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 back together, come back and save me
Three days since the living room
I realize it's all my fault but couldn't tell you yesterday
You've forgiven me but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Oh, the never once I heard wink
Is it make you stop think?
You think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish
Although I like to shell I swish
I like the sushi
Cause it's never touch a frying pan
Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes
Big like Leanne Rimes Because I'm all about value
Heard Ken first got the mad hits You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make it break and take a figure
Like a stinking naked chick I like
vanilla It's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show cause I know another bird I'd blow is gonna grow
Cause it's too dangerous you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Try and hog not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean when you assume 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 still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realize it's not my fault that I'm only too soon
Yesterday you've forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say
I'm sorry
Chickadee China the Chinese chicken You have
a drumstick and your brain stops ticking
Watchin X-Files with no lights on What Della Mays on?
I'm smokin' bands in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Stingham Fantric Black Stickers guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa I make mad films K I don't make films
But if I did then I'm a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs Just
so my eyes aren't always flying off
the backswing Gotta get into a sailor room
cause that cartoonist got the boom and the
maybabes that made me think the wrong thing
I'm kinda hellbent at the thinking 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 assume 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 was
realizable to blame for what 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
Birchmont Stadium, home of the Robbie