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[attr="class","lponeweeklyric"]IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK

[attr="class","lponeweeklyric1"]CAUSE IT'LL STILL BE TWO DAYS 'TIL WE SAY WE'RE SORRY

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It's been one week since you looked at, cocked your head to the side, and said, “I'm angry.” Five days since you laughed at me, saying, “Get back 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 'til I say I'm sorry.[break][break]

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 stinkin' achin' shake. I like vanilla – it's the finest of the flavors! 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 waver.[break][break]

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

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'll sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry.[break][break]

Chickity China, the Chinese Chicken. You have a drumstick, and your brain starts 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films. … 'Kay, 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 things.[break][break]

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 kinda guy who laughs at a funeral. Can't understand what I mean? You soon will. I have a tenancy to wear my mind on my sleeve – I have a history of losing my shirt.[break][break]

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 'til we say we're sorry. It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry. It'll still be two days 'til we way wasabi. Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie.

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