It’s been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to one side and (D9)said, “I’m an gry.” Five days since you laughed at me, say ing, (A)“Get that to geth er, come (Gmaj13)back and see me.” Three days since the liv ing room.

I (A)re al ized it’s all my fault, but (D9)could n’t tell you.

(A)Yes ter day you’d for giv en me, but it ’ll (A)still be two days till I (Gmaj13)say I’m sor ry.

Hold it now and watch the hood wink as I make you (A)stop, think.

You’ll think you’re look ing at Aq ua (D9)man.

I sum mon fish to the dish, al though I (D9)like the Cha let (A)Swiss, I like the su shi ’cause it’s nev er touched a fry ing (D9)pan.

(A)Hot like wa sa be when I bust rhymes, big like Le (A)Ann Rimes, be cause I’m all a bout val (D9)ue.

Bert Kaemp fert’s got the mad hits, you try to (A)match wits, you try to hold me, but I bust (D9)through.

Gon na make a break and take a fake.

I’d like a (D9)stink in’, ach in’ (A)shake.

I like va nil la, it’s the fin est of the fla (D9)vors.

Got ta see the show, ’cause then you’ll know the ver ti (D9)go is gon na (A)grow, ’cause it’s so dan ger ous, you’ll have to sign a waiv (D9)er.

How can I help it (E9)if I think you’re fun ny when you’re mad?

Try in’ hard (D9)not to smile, though I feel bad.

I’m the kind of (E9)guy who laughs at a fu ner al.

(C#m)Can’t un der stand (D9)what I mean?

Well, you soon will.

I have a ten den (E9)cy to wear my mind on my sleeve.

I have a his to (D9)ry of tak ing off my shirt.

It’s been one week since you looked at me, threw your arms in the air and (D9)said, “You’re cra zy.” Five days since you tack led me.

I’ve (A)still got the rug burns on (Gmaj13)both my knees.

It’s been three days since the af ter noon you (A)re al ized it’s not my fault, not a (D9)mo ment too soon.

(A)Yes ter day you’d for giv en me, and now I (A)sit back and wait till you (Gmaj13)say you’re sor ry.

It ’ll (A)still be two till we say (D9)we’re sor ry.

It ’ll (A)still be two till we say (D9)wa sa be.

(A)Birch mont Sta d’um, home of (D9)the Rob bie.