One Week piano leadsheet with chords

It's been one week since you looked at me,

cocked your head to one 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 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 waiver.

How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?

Tryin' 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.

It'll still be two till we say we're sorry.

It'll still be two till we say wasabe.

Birchmont Stad'um, home of the Robbie.