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 La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la