Tomorrow
I never learned to play the game that they call "Hard to Get".
I don't even think you try—you're just a natural at it.
Every time we're getting close, you pull back in your shell.
Every time it happens, it just makes me want to yell:
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?
All you do is say the word and everything can change.
Why not give in—I only want to be your friend.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Why wait? Don't procrastinate—when you could love me—
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh—tomorrow. Chorus Solo: 16 bars
There's a chance you'll change your mind. I can only hope.
You know that I'll be around, so I don't get a vote.
It's my choice to wait for you, it's not some kind of spell.
I'm a martyr, I'm a saint—or I'm just fooling myself...
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Here today—here today and gone tomorrow.
Here today—here today and gone, baby, you're gone tomorrow.
I don't even think you try—you're just a natural at it.
Every time we're getting close, you pull back in your shell.
Every time it happens, it just makes me want to yell:
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?
All you do is say the word and everything can change.
Why not give in—I only want to be your friend.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Why wait? Don't procrastinate—when you could love me—
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh—tomorrow. Chorus Solo: 16 bars
There's a chance you'll change your mind. I can only hope.
You know that I'll be around, so I don't get a vote.
It's my choice to wait for you, it's not some kind of spell.
I'm a martyr, I'm a saint—or I'm just fooling myself...
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Baby, don't wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow—
Seems we always wait for tomorrow.
Here today—here today and gone tomorrow.
Here today—here today and gone, baby, you're gone tomorrow.
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Strouse, Martin Charnin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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