Seven Days
Chris Botti Feat. Sting & Dominic Miller
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Seven days is all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me, she gave to me
And when I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
And though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well, we'll see
I don't think she bluffed this time
I really have to make her mine
It's plain to see, it's him or me
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's all on my mind
And 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
Doesn't bother me at all
My rival is Neanderthal
It makes me think, perhaps I need a drink
IQ's not an issue here
We won't be playing Scrabble for
Her hand I fear, I need that beer
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's all on my mind
And 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
I can run, I can run away
I can run away
Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday would be fine
Thursday's all on my mind
And Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late
Oh, Sunday, Sunday'd be too late
Do I have to tell the 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