Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool
My muñequita
My Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove

And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
It's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth
Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

I'll tell you one thing
If you would leave it would be a crying shame
In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out
Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio
You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
Turning you round
And round and round and round and round and round
(Like a record, baby, round round round round)

And if you say this life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon
It's the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of loving that can be so smooth
Gimme your heart, make it real, or else forget about it

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 your act 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

And it's just like the ocean / Chickity China, the Chinese chicken
Under the moon / You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
It's the same as the emotion / Watching X-Files with no lights on
That I get from you / We're dans la maison, I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
You got the kind of loving / Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic
That can be so smooth / Like Sting, I'm tantric, like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Gimme your heart, make it real / Like Kurosawa, I make mad films, 'kay, I don't make films
Or else forget about it / But if I did they'd have a Samurai

Or else forget about it

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 (Or else forget about it)
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
'Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing (Oh, let's don't forget about it)
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad? (Gimme your heart, make it real)
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad (Let's don't forget about it)
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will (Let's don't forget about it)
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt (Let's don't forget about it)

It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to the sides and said, "I'm sorry" (Let's don't forget about it)
Five days since I laughed at you and said
"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do" (Let's don't forget about it)
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