seven days

By Edison

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 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

Wedn@sday 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 instil 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

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

Wedn@sday 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

I can@t run away

Monday I could wait till Tuesday

If I make up my mind

Wedn@sday 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 Yeah Yeah