C’est Comme Ça (Re: Wet Leg)

Paramore

Wet Leg

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Hayley Williams

Composer Lyricist

Taylor York

Zach Farro

Alvin Alsace

Ezekiel Dennis

Philip Brands

In a single year, I′ve aged a hundred
My social life, a chiropractic appointment
Sit still long enough just to listen to yourself
Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell

C'est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na)
C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na)
C'est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na)

I'm off caffeine on doctor′s orders
Said it was going to help to level out my hormones
Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge
It's my dependence on the friction that really hinders my progression

C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)
C'est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)

I know that regression is rarely rewarded
I still need a certain degree of disorder
I hate to admit gettin′ better is boring
But the high cost of chaos, who can afford it?

I know that regression is rarely rewarded
I still need a certain degree of disorder
I hate to admit gettin' better is boring
But the high cost of chaos, who can afford it?

C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na-na)
C'est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)

C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)
C'est comme ça, c′est comme ça (na-na-na-na)
C′est comme ça, c'est comme ça

(One, two!)

Pop/Rock

Pop Punk

Alternative

Rock

My social life, a chiropractic appointment

Sit still long enough just to listen to yourself

Or maybe just long enough for you to atrophy to hell

verse

C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na)

chorus

Said it was going to help to level out my hormones

Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge

It's my dependence on the friction that really hinders my progression

I know that regression is rarely rewarded

I still need a certain degree of disorder

But the high cost of chaos, who can afford it?

bridge

C'est comme ça, c'est comme ça (na-na-na-na)