Seven Days

"Seven days" is 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 Oh, 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 '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 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, hey Perhaps I need a drink IQ is not an issue here We won't be playing Scrabble For her hand I fear I need that beer, hey 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 Sunday'd be too late Seven days will quickly go The fact remains, I love her so (I love her so) Seven days, so many ways I can't run away No, I can't run away 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 Sunday'd be too late Oh, Sunday Sunday'd too late, too late Too late, too late, oh Do I have to tell the story Of a thousand rainy days since we first met? Oh! It's a big enough umbrella But it's always me that ends up getting wet