Seven Days sing and play along

"Sev en days" o 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,

in woe is me.

Though I hate to make a choice,

my options are decreasing mostly rapidly.

per Well, we'll see.

drink.

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 o ver six feet ten

a might instill in other men,

but not in me,

the mighty flea.

Ask if I am mouse or man,

the mirror oth away I ran.

He'll murder me

in time for tea.

Does it bother me at all?

My rival is

Neanderthal. It makes me think,

per haps I 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.

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.

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.