Seven Days Songtext
von Sting

"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 ′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 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 ′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


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 ′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 yeah, yeah
(Sunday′d be too late)
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
Ow