Lyrics

"Seven days" was all she wrote A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me, she gave to me 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 he's over six feet ten Might in still fear in other men But not in me The mighty flea Ask if I am mouse or man The mirror squеaked, away I ran He'll murder mе 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 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 (Sunday'd be too late) 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