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Barenaked Ladies
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| One Week
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It/s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said %93I/m angry%94
Five days since you laughed at me saying
%93Get that together come back and see me%94
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 Suisse
I like the sushi cause it/s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leanne 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
Like Andrew Lloyd I/ve got a big show*
Mine/s about a Back-Hoe*
There/ll be a big sound from the pavement*
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 %93You/re crazy%94
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
Like Skywalker, gotta big hunch*
Hey that/s my lunch*
Yoda/s a really really old guy*
Gonna get a set o/ 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 %93I/m sorry%94
Five days since I laughed at you and said
%93You just did just what I thought you were gonna do%94
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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