Seven Days — текст песни (Sting and Police)

`Seven days, was all she wrote
A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me
She gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared to challenge me
Woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Well, we`ll see
I don`t think she`d bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
It`s plain to see, it`s him or me
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn`sday would be fine
Thursday`s on my mind
Friday`d give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday`d be too late

The fact he`s over six feet ten
Might instil fear in other men
But not in me
The mighty flea
Ask if I am mouse or man
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He`ll murder me in time for his tea
Does it bother me at all?
My rival is Neanderthal

It makes me think
Perhaps I need a drink
I.Q. is no problem here
We won`t be playing Scrabble for
Her hand, I fear
I need that beer

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn`sday would be fine
Thursday`s on my mind
Friday`d give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday`d be too late

Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days
So many ways
But I can`t run away
I can`t run away

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn`sday would be fine
Thursday`s on my mind
Friday`d give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday`d be too late
Do I have to tell a story
Of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met?
It`s a big enough umbrella
But it`s always me that ends up
Getting wet. Yeah, Yeah.