Artist: Sting

Album: Ten Summoner’s Tales

Title: Seven Days

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.