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"Seven days" was all she wrote |
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A kind of ultimatum note |
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She gave to me, she gave to me |
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When I thought the field had cleared |
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It seemed another suit appeared |
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To challenge me |
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Woe is me |
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Though I hate to make a choice |
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My options are decreasing mostly rapidly |
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Well, we'll see |
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I don't think she'd bluff this time |
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I really have to make her mine |
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It's plain to see |
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It's him or me |
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Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wednesday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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The fact he's over six-feet-ten |
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Might instill fear in other men |
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But not in me |
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The mighty flea |
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Ask if I'm a mouse or man |
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The mirror squeaked, away I ran |
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He'll murder me |
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In time for his tea |
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Does it bother me at all? |
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My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think |
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Perhaps I need a drink |
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IQ is no problem here |
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We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear |
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I need that beer |
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Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wednesday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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Seven days will quickly go |
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The fact remains, I love her so |
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Seven days, so many ways |
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But I can't run away |
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Monday, I could wait 'til Tuesday |
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If I make up my mind |
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Wednesday would be fine |
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Thursday's on my mind |
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Friday'd give me time |
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Saturday could wait |
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But Sunday'd be too late |
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Do I have to tell a story |
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Of a thousand rainy days since we first met |
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It's a big enough umbrella |
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But it's always me that ends up getting wet |
