Pop! piano leadsheet with chords

Ev'ry five seconds a girl gets engaged,

according to "Cosmo's" latest quiz.

So ev'ry five seconds you get one more chance

to make him get down on that knee of his.

It's a challenge that ev'ry woman faces,

so let's make sure that we've covered our bases.

You've lived off Tab and Lean Cuisine,

concealed your flaws with Maybelline.

You're minty fresh and zestfully clean.

So he's gonna pop (pop)

the question.

He's gonna pop (pop, pop) the question.

So there's no reason to stop

and question his love.

Oh, pop the question.

Ev'ry five seconds I say to myself

that Glen and I are bound to tie the knot.

But ev'ry five seconds I can't help but ask,

is someone a catch if they can't be caught?

Could it be the guy has just outgrown me,

no matter how you primp me or overcologne me?

And jilted girls have lousy stats.

I'll die alone in socks and flats,

the lady with the fifty cats!

No! He's gonna pop, he'll never pop,

he's gonna pop, he'll never pop the question.

So there's no reason to stop and question his love.

Question his love.

Question his love.

Oh, pop the question.

The reason why he chose this place is now so crystal clear.

Like our relationship, we're going 'round in circles here.

And where he's sitting, it's as if it all revolves around him.

If one more couple gets engaged or I hear one more cork,

it's harikari with this fancy little salad fork.

He nixed the bubbly, which can only mean the outlook is grim.

He totally popped the question, totally popped the question.

So there's no reason to stop and question his love.

Question his love.

Question his love.

His love!