Gmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   Bb         F
A kind of ultimatum note
     D               C         C
She gave to me, she gave to me


Gmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    Bb            F
It seems another suit appeared
     D            B
To challenge me, woe is me


 Gmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    Bb            F              D
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 C             C
Well we'll see


Gmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   Bb             F
I really have to make her mine
      D
It's plain to see
      B        B7
It's him or me


 C      C                  D
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   B7            Em
If I make up my mind
 C                  D     B7               Em
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Db              Em    Db      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Cm              Gmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Gmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      Bb               F
Might instill fear in other men
     D              C                  C    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Gmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     Bb               F
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       D            B
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Gmaj7
Does it bother me at all
    Bb        F            D
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   C                   C    
Perhaps I need a drink


Gmaj7
IQ is no problem here
   Bb                 F              D
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   B             B7
I need that beer


 C      C                  D
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   B7            Em
If I make up my mind
 C                  D     B7               Em
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Db              Em    Db      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Cm              Gmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


F               Gmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
F                   Gmaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
F         C
Seven days, so many ways
F              Gmaj7
But I can't run away


 C      C                  D
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   B7            Em
If I make up my mind
 C                  D     B7               Em
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Db              Em    Db      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Cm              Gmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Gmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      F                                Gmaj7  F
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Gmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         F                             Gmaj7  F  G
But it's always me that ends up getting wet