Seven days (25 years)

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, Wеdnesday would be fine Thursday's on my mind Friday'd givе me time Saturday could wait But Sunday'd be too late The fact he's over six feet ten Might instill fear in other men But not in me The mighty flea 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 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)