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It's been one week since you looked at me
cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry

Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
that make me think the wrong thing

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
It's been one week since you looked at me   cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.   Five days since you laughed at me   saying get that together come back and see me.   Three days since the living room   I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you   Yesterday you'd forgiven me   but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry      Hold it now and watch the hoodwink   As I make you stop, think   You'll think you're looking at Aquaman   I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss   I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan   Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes   Big like Leann Rimes   Because I'm all about value   Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits   You try to match wits   You try to hold me but I bust through   Gonna make a break and take a fake   I'd like a stinkin achin shake   I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours   Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know   The vertigo is gonna grow   Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver      How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad   Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad   I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral   Can't understand what I mean?   Well, you soon will   I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve   I have a history of taking off my shirt      It's been one week since you looked at me   Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy   Five days since you tackled me   I've still got the rug burns on both my knees   It's been three days since the afternoon   You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon   Yesterday you'd forgiven me   And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry      Chickity China the Chinese chicken   You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'   Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison   I hope the Smoking Man's in this one   Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic   Like Sting I'm Tantric   Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy   Like Kurasawa I make mad films   Okay I don't make films   But if I did they'd have a samurai   Gonna get a set of better clubs   Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my   irons aren't always flying off the back-swing   Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon   Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes   that make me think the wrong thing      How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad   Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad   I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral   Can't understand what I mean? You soon will   I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve   I have a history of losing my shirt      It's been one week since you looked at me   Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry   Five days since I laughed at you   and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do   Three days since the living room   We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?   Yesterday you just smiled at me   Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry   It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry   It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry   Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
 
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