Текст песни Seven Days, Sting

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"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
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