[00:01.50]Artist: Sting
[00:04.02]Album: Ten Summoner's Tales
[00:05.86]Title: Seven Days
[00:07.29]By Edison
[00:14.46]Seven days, was all she wrote
[00:17.30]A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me
[00:23.38]She gave to me
[00:27.27]When I thought the field had cleared
[00:29.75]It seems another suit appeared to challenge me
[00:37.75]Woe is me
[00:40.25]Though I hate to make a choice
[00:42.80]My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
[00:49.45]Well, we'll see
[00:53.15]I don't think she'd bluff this time
[00:55.92]I really have to make her mine
[00:58.96]It's plain to see, it's him or me
[01:05.74]Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
[01:10.42]If I make up my mind
[01:14.52]Wedn'sday would be fine
[01:17.02]Thursday's on my mind
[01:19.88]Friday'd give me time
[01:23.57]Saturday could wait
[01:26.70]But Sunday'd be too late
[01:30.62]
[01:35.68]The fact he's over six feet ten
[01:37.93]Might instil fear in other men
[01:41.23]But not in me
[01:44.89]The mighty flea
[01:48.29]Ask if I am mouse or man
[01:50.90]The mirror squeaked, away I ran
[01:54.17]He'll murder me in time for his tea
[02:01.52]Does it bother me at all?
[02:03.75]My rival is Neanderthal
[02:06.93]
[02:07.55]It makes me think
[02:10.58]Perhaps I need a drink
[02:14.15]I.Q. is no problem here
[02:16.82]We won't be playing Scrabble for
[02:20.54]Her hand, I fear
[02:23.59]I need that beer
[02:24.98]
[02:26.91]Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
[02:31.61]If I make up my mind
[02:34.63]Wedn'sday would be fine
[02:38.78]Thursday's on my mind
[02:41.22]Friday'd give me time
[02:44.48]Saturday could wait
[02:47.87]But Sunday'd be too late
[02:50.60]
[02:57.49]Seven days will quickly go
[03:03.92]The fact remains, I love her so
[03:10.44]Seven days
[03:13.72]So many ways
[03:17.18]But I can't run away
[03:19.04]I can't run away
[03:27.10]
[03:31.97]Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
[03:36.55]If I make up my mind
[03:40.01]Wedn'sday would be fine
[03:43.63]Thursday's on my mind
[03:46.51]Friday'd give me time
[03:49.45]Saturday could wait
[03:52.61]But Sunday'd be too late
[04:08.60]Do I have to tell a story
[04:11.51]Of a thousand rainy days
[04:14.05]Since we first met?
[04:21.48]It's a big enough umbrella
[04:24.62]But it's always me that ends up
[04:28.82]Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah.
[04:33.54]

Artist: Sting
Album: Ten Summoner's Tales
Title: Seven Days
By Edison
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
Wedn'sday 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 instil 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
I.Q. 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
Wedn'sday 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 till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn'sday 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. Yeah, Yeah.