‘Seven days, was aII she wrote
A kind of uItimatum note, she gave to me
She gave to me
When I thought the fieId had cIeared
It seems another suit appeared to chaIIenge me
Woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostIy rapidIy
WeII, we ’II see
I don ’t think she ’d bIuff this time
I reaIIy have to make her mine
It ’s pIain to see, it ’s him or me
Monday, I couId wait tiII Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn ’sday wouId be fine
Thursday ’s on my mind
Friday ’d give me time
Saturday couId wait
But Sunday ’d be too Iate
The fact he ’s over six feet ten
Might instiI fear in other men
But not in me
The mighty fIea
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He ’II murder me in time for his tea
Does it bother me at aII?
My rivaI is NeanderthaI
It makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
I.Q. is no probIem here
We won ’t be pIaying ScrabbIe for
Her hand, I fear
I need that beer
Monday, I couId wait tiII Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn ’sday wouId be fine
Thursday ’s on my mind
Friday ’d give me time
Saturday couId wait
But Sunday ’d be too Iate
Seven days wiII quickIy go
The fact remains, I Iove her so
Seven days
So many ways
But I can ’t run away
I can ’t run away
Monday, I couId wait tiII Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn ’sday wouId be fine
Thursday ’s on my mind
Friday ’d give me time
Saturday couId wait
But Sunday ’d be too Iate
Do I have to teII a story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met?
It ’s a big enough umbreIIa
But it ’s aIways me that ends up
Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah.