"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 seemed 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 really think she′d bluff this time I really have to make her mine It′s plain to see It′s him or me
(refrain) Monday, I could wait ′til 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
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
(refrain)
Seven days will quickly go The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days, so many ways But I can′t run away
(refrain)
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 me that always ends up getting wet
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