Emaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   G         D
A kind of ultimatum note
     B               A         A
She gave to me, she gave to me


Emaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    G            D
It seems another suit appeared
     B            Ab
To challenge me, woe is me


 Emaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    G            D              B
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 A             A
Well we'll see


Emaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   G             D
I really have to make her mine
      B
It's plain to see
      Ab        Ab7
It's him or me


 A      A                  B
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Ab7            Dbm
If I make up my mind
 A                  B     Ab7               Dbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Bb              Dbm    Bb      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Am              Emaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Emaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      G               D
Might instill fear in other men
     B              A                  A    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Emaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     G               D
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       B            Ab
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Emaj7
Does it bother me at all
    G        D            B
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   A                   A    
Perhaps I need a drink


Emaj7
IQ is no problem here
   G                 D              B
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   Ab             Ab7
I need that beer


 A      A                  B
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Ab7            Dbm
If I make up my mind
 A                  B     Ab7               Dbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Bb              Dbm    Bb      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Am              Emaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


D               Emaj7
Seven days will quickly go
D                   Emaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
D         A
Seven days, so many ways
D              Emaj7
But I can't run away


 A      A                  B
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   Ab7            Dbm
If I make up my mind
 A                  B     Ab7               Dbm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Bb              Dbm    Bb      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Am              Emaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Emaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      D                                Emaj7  D
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Emaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         D                             Emaj7  D  E
But it's always me that ends up getting wet