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Текст (слова) песни: Sting - Seven Days



"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
Wednesday 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 instill fear in other men
But not in me, The Mighty Flea (flee?)
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
IQ 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
Wednesday 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

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wednesday 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

 

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