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| [[File:Skylar Wong.jpg|right|200px]]Doggy doggy dododododooddododododododododo | | [[File:Skylar Wong.jpg|right|200px]]'''Skylar Wong''' (born on August 18, 2011) is a young dancer who trains at Woodbury Dance Center (WDC). {{stub}} |
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| 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
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| Saying, "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 'til 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 wasabi 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, 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 stinking aching shake
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| | |
| I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavors
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| | |
| Gotta see the show, 'cause then you'll know
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| | |
| The vertigo is gonna grow
| |
| | |
| 'Cause it's so dangerous, 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
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| | |
| And now I sit back and wait 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
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| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
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| | |
| Watching X-Files with no lights on
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| | |
| 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, I don't make films
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| | |
| But if I did they'd have a Samurai
| |
| | |
| Gonna get a set of better clubs
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 'Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
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| | |
| That 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
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| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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
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| | |
| 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the RobbieIt'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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the RobbieIt'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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the RobbieIt'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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| | |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
| |
| | |
| 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 'til 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 wasabi 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 stinking aching 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?
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| 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 'til you say you're sorry
| |
| | |
| Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
| |
| | |
| You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
| |
| | |
| Watching 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 Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, 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
| |
| | |
| 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
| |
| | |
| It's been one week since you looked at me
| |
| | |
| Dropped your arms to the 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 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say we're sorry
| |
| | |
| It'll still be two days 'til we say, "Wasabi"
| |
| | |
| Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie{{stub}}
| |
| ==External Link== | | ==External Link== |
| *[https://www.instagram.com/wong.skylar/ Instagram] | | *[https://www.instagram.com/wong.skylar/ Instagram] |
| [[Category:Dancers]] | | [[Category:Dancers]] |
| [[Category:Girl Dancers]] | | [[Category:Girl Dancers]] |
| [[Category:Females Under 12]] | | [[Category:Females Over 12]] |
| [[Category:Woodbury Dance Dancers]] | | [[Category:Woodbury Dance Dancers]] |
| [[Category:August Births]] | | [[Category:August Births]] |
| | [[Category:2011 births]] |
