Seven Days (Featuring Sting An - Chris Botti (克里斯·波提)
"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 seemed 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'm a 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
I can't run
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
Someday someday is 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
