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