Ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da
Ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da, ta-ta-da
I'm runnin' wild in the pharmacy aisle
Looking for the cure to nothing
The drugs of the day are wrapped in a bouquet
Until I feel the panic blossom
But when I take them, I feel awesome
Tell me a lie because
The less I know the better I feel
And you look so beautiful
Are words I never hear
Here comes another day
Yesterday was yesterday
Here's to tomorrow
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
A girl this young
Should be smoking like a gun
But I tell you, it ain't easy
I'm not in possession of a Smith & Wesson
Or I'd decorate the ceiling
The Sistine of my feelings (Oh my God)
Tell me a lie because
The less I know the better I feel
And you look so beautiful
Are words I never hear
Here comes another day
Yesterday was yesterday
Here's to tomorrow
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
The bottles on my nightstand are well-curated
My melancholy is medicated
I'll let some light into my room
'Cause someday soon I will bloom
Here comes another day
Yesterday was yesterday
Here's to tomorrow
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
You got it, you got it, you got it, baby
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
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