Текст песни Seven Days, Sting
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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 |