Released: March 9, 1993

Songwriter: Sting

Producer: Hugh Padgham Sting

[Verse 1]
"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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instill 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

IQ is no problem here
We won't be playing Scrabble for
Her hand I fear
I need that beer

[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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
(Sunday'd be too late)
Sunday'd be too late

[Outro]
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

Sting

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, better known as Sting (b.1951 in Wallsend, England), is the former front man and bassist of The Police who since has had a long and successful solo career.