Текст песни Seven Days - Chris Botti
"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
seemed
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
(Refrain)
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
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
Ask
if
I'm
a
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
(Refrain)
Seven
days
will
quickly
go
The
fact
remains,
I
love
her
so
Seven
days,
so
many
ways
But
I
can't
run
away
(Refrain)
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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