Fmaj7
"Seven days" was all she wrote
   Ab         Eb
A kind of ultimatum note
     C               Bb         Bb
She gave to me, she gave to me


Fmaj7
When I thought the field had cleared
    Ab            Eb
It seems another suit appeared
     C            A
To challenge me, woe is me


 Fmaj7
Though I hate to make a choice
    Ab            Eb              C
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
 Bb             Bb
Well we'll see


Fmaj7
I don't think she'd bluff this time
   Ab             Eb
I really have to make her mine
      C
It's plain to see
      A        A7
It's him or me


 Bb      Bb                  C
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   A7            Dm
If I make up my mind
 Bb                  C     A7               Dm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
B              Dm    B      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Bbm              Fmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Fmaj7
The fact he's over six feet ten
      Ab               Eb
Might instill fear in other men
     C              Bb                  Bb    
But not in me, The Mighty Flea - flee? -


Fmaj7
Ask if I am mouse or man
     Ab               Eb
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
       C            A
He'll murder me in time for his tea


Fmaj7
Does it bother me at all
    Ab        Eb            C
My rival is Neanderthal it makes me think
   Bb                   Bb    
Perhaps I need a drink


Fmaj7
IQ is no problem here
   Ab                 Eb              C
We won't be playing scrabble for her hand I fear
   A             A7
I need that beer


 Bb      Bb                  C
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   A7            Dm
If I make up my mind
 Bb                  C     A7               Dm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
B              Dm    B      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Bbm              Fmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


Eb               Fmaj7
Seven days will quickly go
Eb                   Fmaj7
The fact remains, I love her so
Eb         Bb
Seven days, so many ways
Eb              Fmaj7
But I can't run away


 Bb      Bb                  C
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
   A7            Dm
If I make up my mind
 Bb                  C     A7               Dm
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
B              Dm    B      
Friday give me time, Saturday could wait
     Bbm              Fmaj7
But Sunday'd be too late


      Fmaj7
Do I have to tell a story
      Eb                                Fmaj7  Eb
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
       Fmaj7
It's a big enough umbrella
         Eb                             Fmaj7  Eb  F
But it's always me that ends up getting wet