Artist: Sting
Album: Ten Summoner@s Tales
Title: Seven Days
By Edison
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.
5nd