Lyrics Seven Days - Live - Sting

"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