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Sting - Seven Days 25 Years Lyrics

"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, Wеdnesday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd givе me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instill 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

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
Wednesday 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
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late
(Sunday'd be too late)
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)