Seven Days
Sting
[Lyrics]
"Seven Days" was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note She gave to me, she gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well we'll see I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine It's plain to see It's him or me
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait But Sunday'd be too late
The fact that he's six feet ten Might instill fear in other men
But not in me, The Mighty Flea (flee?)
Ask if I am mouse or man The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He'll murder me in time for his tea Does it bother me at all
My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think Perhaps I need a drink
IQ is no problem here We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear
I need that beer
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait But Sunday'd be too late
Seven days will quickly go The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days, so many ways But I can't run away
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late
Do I have to tell a story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Hello Goodbye
by The Beatles
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