Dbmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   E         B
A kind of ultimatum note
     Ab               Gb         Gb
She gave to me, she gave to me


Dbmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    E            B
It seems another suit appeared
     Ab            F
To challenge me, woe is me


 Dbmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    E            B              Ab
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 Gb             Gb
Well we'll see


Dbmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   E             B
I really have to make her mine
      Ab
It's plain to see
      F        F7
It's him or me


 Gb      Gb                  Ab
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   F7            Bbm
If I make up my mind
 Gb                  Ab     F7               Bbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
G              Bbm    G      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gbm              Dbmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Dbmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      E               B
Might instill fear in other men
     Ab              Gb                  Gb    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Dbmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     E               B
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       Ab            F
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Dbmaj7
Does it bother me at all
    E        B            Ab
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   Gb                   Gb    
Perhaps I need a drink


Dbmaj7
IQ is no problem here
   E                 B              Ab
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   F             F7
I need that beer


 Gb      Gb                  Ab
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   F7            Bbm
If I make up my mind
 Gb                  Ab     F7               Bbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
G              Bbm    G      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gbm              Dbmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


B               Dbmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
B                   Dbmaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
B         Gb
Seven days, so many ways
B              Dbmaj7
But I can't run away


 Gb      Gb                  Ab
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   F7            Bbm
If I make up my mind
 Gb                  Ab     F7               Bbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
G              Bbm    G      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gbm              Dbmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Dbmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      B                                Dbmaj7  B
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Dbmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         B                             Dbmaj7  B  Db
But it's always me that ends up getting wet