Ebmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   Gb         Db
A kind of ultimatum note
     Bb               Ab         Ab
She gave to me, she gave to me


Ebmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    Gb            Db
It seems another suit appeared
     Bb            G
To challenge me, woe is me


 Ebmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    Gb            Db              Bb
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 Ab             Ab
Well we'll see


Ebmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   Gb             Db
I really have to make her mine
      Bb
It's plain to see
      G        G7
It's him or me


 Ab      Ab                  Bb
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   G7            Cm
If I make up my mind
 Ab                  Bb     G7               Cm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
A              Cm    A      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Abm              Ebmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Ebmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      Gb               Db
Might instill fear in other men
     Bb              Ab                  Ab    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Ebmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     Gb               Db
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       Bb            G
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Ebmaj7
Does it bother me at all
    Gb        Db            Bb
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   Ab                   Ab    
Perhaps I need a drink


Ebmaj7
IQ is no problem here
   Gb                 Db              Bb
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   G             G7
I need that beer


 Ab      Ab                  Bb
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   G7            Cm
If I make up my mind
 Ab                  Bb     G7               Cm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
A              Cm    A      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Abm              Ebmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Db               Ebmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
Db                   Ebmaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
Db         Ab
Seven days, so many ways
Db              Ebmaj7
But I can't run away


 Ab      Ab                  Bb
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   G7            Cm
If I make up my mind
 Ab                  Bb     G7               Cm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
A              Cm    A      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Abm              Ebmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Ebmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      Db                                Ebmaj7  Db
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Ebmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         Db                             Ebmaj7  Db  Eb
But it's always me that ends up getting wet