seven days

• sting'in bu $arkisinin sozleri $u $ekildedir:
  
  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.