Seven Days (Lyrics) Chords

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_ Seven days was all she [F] wrote, a kind [Bb] of ultimatum, no, [G] she gave to me, [F] she gave to me.
[G] _
[C] When I thought the field had cleared, [F] it seems another [Bb] suit appeared to [G] challenge me.
[E] Who is he? _
[C] Though I had to make a choice, [F] my options [Bb] are decreasing, [G] mostly rapid.
_ _ [F] Well, we'll see.
[G] _
[C] I don't think she'd bluff this [F] time, I really [Bb] have to make her mine.
[G] It's plain to see, [E] it's him or me.
[F] Monday, [Gb] I could [G] wait till Tuesday, [Ab] if I [Am] make up my mind.
[F] Wednesday [G] would be fine, [E] Thursday's [Am] on my mind.
[Bb] _ [Am] Friday'd give me time, [Gm] _
[Am] Saturday'd wait, [Ab] Sunday'd [C] be too late. _ _
_ _ _ _ [G] The fact [C] is over six feet ten, [F] might instill [Bb] fear in other men, [G] but not in me.
[F] The [C] night he fleed, _ ask if I am mouse [G] or man, [Eb] the [F] mirror [Bb] squeaked away, I ran.
[G] He'll murder me [E] in time for his tea, _ [G] doesn't bother me at all.
[F] My [Bb] rival is me and [Fm] at all, [G] it makes me think, _
[F] perhaps I need a drink.
[G] _ IQ is no problem here, [Bb] we won't be playing Scrabble for [G] her, and I feel, [E] I need that feel.
_ [F] Monday, [Gb] I could [G] wait till Tuesday, [Ab] if I make [Am] up my mind.
[F] Wednesday [G] would be fine, [E] Thursday's [Am] on my mind.
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[Am] Friday'd give me time, [E] _ _ [Am] Saturday'd wait, [Fm] Sunday'd [C] be too late.
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[Fm] _ Seven days [G] would quickly go, _
[Fm] _ the fact [G] remains, I love her so. _
[Fm] _ Seven [F] days, so many [Fm] ways, but I can't [C] run, _ I [Fm] _ _ [C] can't run away. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] Monday, [Gb] I could [G] wait till Tuesday, [Ab] if I make [Am] up my mind.
[F] Wednesday [G] would be fine, [Ab] Thursday's on [Am] my mind.
[Bb] Friday'd [Am] give me time, [C] _ _ [Am] Saturday'd wait, [Fm] Sunday'd be [C] too late.
[Gm] _ _ [C] _ _ Sunday'd be too late, _ _ _ _ Sunday'd be too late.
[G] I have to tell the [C] sun, of a thousand million days, she's hers.
_ _ [G] _ [E] _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ The sun [E] was the one I loved, [C] _
when I had her.
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