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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 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 (flee?) 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
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
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
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