Seven days since I've seen your pretty face.
My mind now works in mysterious ways.
It's been thinking seven more,
seven more days till you're gone.
Outta my sight, outta my mind.
You wallflower never belong.
Seven more days till you're gone.
Till you're gone.
Till you're gone.
Seven more days till you're gone.
At the side of your bed is a bottle well spent
but you gave up crying for lent.
Seven more days till you're gone.
Till you're gone.
Till you're gone.
Seven more days till you're gone.
Till you're gone, till you're gone,
Till you're gone, till you're gone,
Till you're gone, till you're gone,
Seven more days till you're gone.
Till you're gone, till you're gone.
You're gone, so gone.
Seven more days till you're gone.
Till you're gone, till you're gone.
Seven more days till you're gone.