Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sting
Sting
Vocals
David Sancious
David Sancious
Keyboards
Dominic Miller
Dominic Miller
Electric Guitar
James Boyd
James Boyd
Viola
Kathryn Greeley
Kathryn Greeley
Violin
Sian Bell
Sian Bell
Cello
Simon Fischer
Simon Fischer
Violin
Vinnie Colaiuta
Vinnie Colaiuta
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sting
Sting
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sting
Sting
Producer
Hugh Padgham
Hugh Padgham
Producer
Andrew Bradfield
Andrew Bradfield
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Pete Lewis
Pete Lewis
Assistant Engineer
Roger Lian
Roger Lian
Editing Engineer
Simon Osborne
Simon Osborne
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

"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
Writer(s): Gordon Matthew Sumner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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