Seven Days
Sting & Chris Botti Lyrics
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A kind of ultimatum note
She gave to me, she gave to me
When I thought the field had cleared
It seemed 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
(refrain)
Monday, I could wait 'til 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
Ask if I'm a 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
(refrain)
Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Seven days, so many ways
But I can't run away
(refrain)
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
"Seven Days" is a song by Sting featuring Chris Botti. The song has a catchy, upbeat melody but the lyrics are a bit of a rant. The song lyrics tell of a man who is faced with a difficult decision between two women. The singer has been given an ultimatum by one of his lovers and must decide which one to pick, him or her. The woman has given her lover seven days to decide, and the lyrics portray the singer's indecisiveness and anxiety as the days tick by.
Although the lyrics appear to be focused on the dilemma of choosing between two women, there are indications that the song is not that simple. There are hints of self-doubt and self-mockery in the lyrics. The singer makes fun of his opponent's intellectual capacity and builds up the threat to his life with comical imagery.
The opening scene of the song is where the singer declares that "Seven Days" is all she wrote, which implies that this ultimatum will be hard to ignore. The lyrics reveal the singer's sense of timing, with him trying to buy time, first by waiting until Tuesday, then Wednesday, Thursday, and finally Friday, but realizes that he has to make a decision. The lyrics then turn to humor, with the singer analyzing his rival's prowess with a comical overexaggeration. The song concludes with the singer lamenting that he cannot run away and that his umbrella is not big enough.
Line by Line Meaning
Seven Days was all she wrote
She gave me a warning that it's now or never, a sort of ultimatum.
A kind of ultimatum note
The note she gave me was an ultimatum of sorts
She gave to me, she gave to me
The ultimatum was given to me by her.
When I thought the field had cleared
I thought I was out of the complications, but I wasn't.
It seems another suit appeared
Another person came into the fray.
To challenge me, woe is me
This newcomer challenged me, and it was not a welcome change for me.
Though I hate to make a choice
Even though I don't like the difficult decision ahead
My options are decreasing mostly rapidly
I don't have much time to make that decision
Well we'll see
Let's see how it goes.
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I believe she's serious this time around and not just bluffing.
I really have to make her mine
I am really determined to win her affection and make her mine.
It's plain to see
It's obvious to me that I love her.
It's him or me
I have to compete with this guy to win her over; it's either him or me.
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I don't make up my mind on Monday, I could wait till Tuesday.
If I make up my mind
If I finally decide to choose, I could do it anytime.
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's on my mind
Choosing on Wednesday would be okay, but Thursday is preoccupying my thoughts.
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
I could wait till Saturday if I decide on Friday.
But Sunday'd be too late
Waiting until Sunday would be too late because I might lose her.
The fact he's over six feet ten
He's very tall, over six feet ten.
Might instill fear in other men
Other men would be scared of him because of his height.
But not in me, the mighty flea
But his height doesn't scare me since I am quick and agile.
Ask if I am mouse or man
If you ask me who I am, I'm not sure if I'm a mouse or a man, I feel insignificant.
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
When I looked at the mirror, it made a creaking sound; I ran away in fear.
He'll murder me in time for his tea
I'm convinced that he'll kill me, probably for something to do while he's waiting for tea.
Does it bother me at all
Does this situation bother me at all?
My rival is Neanderthal, it makes me think
I think that my rival is a Neanderthal, he's a brute.
Perhaps I need a drink
Maybe I should get a drink to steady my nerves.
IQ is no problem here
Intelligence is not an issue in this situation.
We won't be playing Scrabble for her hand I fear
I have no chance of winning her over with words; it's not that kind of competition.
I need that beer
I am going to have a drink; I need it to calm down.
Seven days will quickly go
Time is running out, seven days seem like a short time.
The fact remains, I love her so
Despite everything, I am still in love with her.
Seven days, so many ways
I have seven days to choose from many different ways to win her over.
But I can't run away
I am committed to this, I can't back down.
Do I have to tell a story
Do I have to recount all the hardships we had for the past thousand rainy days?
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
We've been through so many rainy days since we met each other.
It's a big enough umbrella
The umbrella is big enough for two of us.
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Even though there's an umbrella, it always seems to be me who gets soaking wet.
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Written by: GORDON SUMNER
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