Track Title:               One Week

Album Title:               Stunt
Prime Artist:              Barenaked Ladies
Producer:                  Susan Rogers
Producer:                  David Leonard

Producer:                  Barenaked Ladies
Written by:                Ed Robertson


Lyrics:
Steve
              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

              Ed
              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 Kampfert'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

              Ed and Steve
              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

              Steve
              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

              Ed
              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

              Ed and Steve
              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

              Steve
              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
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