Seven Days (STING 3.0 Live)

One, two, three, four, five

One, two, three, four, and

"Seven days", is 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

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's no an issue here

We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand, I fear

I need that beer

Hey!

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

Sunday'd be too late

Are you counting?

I hope so

Seven days will quickly go

The fact remains, I love her so

Seven days, so many ways

I can't run

I can't run away

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

Sunday'd be too late yeah, yeah

Oh, Sunday

Sunday'd be too late, too late, too late, too late, too late, too late

Okay

We're clapping in 5/4 time

I like that

Yeah

That's good

Do I have to tell the 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

Very good, clapping in five, that's not easy