Lyric Seven Days

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
Wedn sday 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 instil 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
I.Q. 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
Wedn sday 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
Wedn sday 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. Yeah, Yeah.