One Week            
             

Words & Music by Ed Robertson 

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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