Seven Days
"Seven Days" was all she wroteA kind of ultimatum noteShe gave to me, she gave to meWhen I thought the field had clearedIt seems another suit appearedTo challenge me, woe is meThough I hate to make a choiceMy options are decreasing mostly rapidlyWell we'll seeI don't think she'd bluff this timeI really have to make her mineIt's plain to seeIt's him or me
Monday, I could wait till TuesdayIf I make up my mindWednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mindFriday'd give me time, Saturday could waitBut Sunday'd be too late
The fact he's over six feet tenMight instill fear in other menBut not in me, the mighty fleaAsk if I am mouse or manThe mirror squeaked, away I ranHe'll murder me in time for his teaDoes it bother me at allMy rival is Neanderthal, it makes me thinkPerhaps I need a drinkIQ is no problem hereWe won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fearI need that beer
Monday, I could wait till TuesdayIf I make up my mindWednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mindFriday'd give me time, Saturday could waitBut Sunday'd be too late
Seven days will quickly goThe fact remains, I love her soSeven days, so many waysBut I can't run awayI can't run away
Monday, I could wait till TuesdayIf I make up my mindWednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mindFriday'd give me time, Saturday could waitBut Sunday'd be too late(Sunday'd be too late)Sunday'd be too late
Do I have to tell a storyOf a thousand rainy days since we first metIt's a big enough umbrellaBut it's always me that ends up getting wet