The Sumner's Days

" 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 that he's 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

Seven days will quickly go

The fact remains, I love her so

Seven days, so many ways

But I can't run away 

  
STING

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remembering myself walking

to the beat of this song
which you should try :)