Barenaked Ladies – One Week Lyrics

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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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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 til you say you're sorry

Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching 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?
Well, 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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