"Seven Days" was all he wrote
A kind of ultimatum note
He gave to me, he gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another skirt 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 he'd bluff this time
I really have to make him mine
It's plain to see
It's her 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 she’s got cleavage and hips
Might instill fear in other chicks
But not in me, The Mighty Flea (flee?)
Ask if I am mouse or mush
The mirror squeaked, and then I hushed
She'll murder me in time for her tea
Does it bother me at all
My rival is so thin and tall, it makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
IQ is no problem here
We won't be playing Scrabble for his 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 him 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