Tytuł: Seven days

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’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.