Dmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   F         C
A kind of ultimatum note
     A               G         G
She gave to me, she gave to me


Dmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    F            C
It seems another suit appeared
     A            Gb
To challenge me, woe is me


 Dmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    F            C              A
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 G             G
Well we'll see


Dmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   F             C
I really have to make her mine
      A
It's plain to see
      Gb        Gb7
It's him or me


 G      G                  A
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Gb7            Bm
If I make up my mind
 G                  A     Gb7               Bm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Ab              Bm    Ab      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gm              Dmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Dmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      F               C
Might instill fear in other men
     A              G                  G    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Dmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     F               C
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       A            Gb
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Dmaj7
Does it bother me at all
    F        C            A
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   G                   G    
Perhaps I need a drink


Dmaj7
IQ is no problem here
   F                 C              A
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   Gb             Gb7
I need that beer


 G      G                  A
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Gb7            Bm
If I make up my mind
 G                  A     Gb7               Bm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Ab              Bm    Ab      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gm              Dmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


C               Dmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
C                   Dmaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
C         G
Seven days, so many ways
C              Dmaj7
But I can't run away


 G      G                  A
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Gb7            Bm
If I make up my mind
 G                  A     Gb7               Bm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Ab              Bm    Ab      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Gm              Dmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Dmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      C                                Dmaj7  C
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Dmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         C                             Dmaj7  C  D
But it's always me that ends up getting wet