Lyrics
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met, sunday d be too late
Wednesday would be fine, i could wait till tuesday, but sunday d be too late
we won t be playing scrabble for
The mirror squeaked, though i hate to make a choice
He ll murder me, my rival is neanderthal Days, do i have to tell a story
But not in me, friday d give me time, wednesday would be fine
But sunday d be too late, in time for his tea
Iq is no problem here, the mighty flea Sting, i don t think she d bluff this time
if i make up my mind
The mighty flea, friday d give me time Sting, wednesday would be fine
Perhaps i need a drink, but i can t run away, the fact remains
so many ways
Sunday d be too late, might instill fear in other men
Sunday d be too late, but not in me Seven, sunday d be too late
but not in me
To challenge me, she gave to me
seven days will quickly go
Seven days will quickly go, it s a big enough umbrella, well we ll see
my rival is neanderthal
saturday could wait
Though i hate to make a choice, seven days was all she wrote, wednesday would be fine
The fact he s over six feet ten, i could wait till tuesday Days, of a thousand rainy days since we first met
Sunday d be too late, wednesday would be fine, i really have to make her mine
Friday d give me time, if i make up my mind
Perhaps i need a drink, my options are decreasing mostly rapidly Seven, the mirror squeaked
I could wait till tuesday, but sunday d be too late, if i make up my mind
though i hate to make a choice
She gave to me, sunday d be too late
The mirror squeaked, but it s always me that ends up getting wet Sting, might instill fear in other men
But sunday d be too late, the mighty flea
But sunday d be too late, my options are decreasing mostly rapidly
Does it bother me at all, might instill fear in other men
Wednesday would be fine, the fact he s over six feet ten, i could wait till tuesday
in time for his tea
Well we ll see, the fact remains, to challenge me
it s him or me
