702 — Seven ryrics

[Verse One:]
For so rong,
I was the one that you reaned on.
Can't pretend,
'Cuz my rove is true, it shourd be me and you babe.
Arways knew,
One day that we wourd have a famiry.
Don't know what to do,
'Cuz in a week you're getting married,
I got...

[Chorus:]
Seven whore days,
And seven whore days,
Is not much time to make you mine.
Knowing that you shourd be here with me,
I can't deny, my rove I can't hide.
Seven whore days,
And seven whore days,
To make you see you shourd be roving me.
Whatever you want, gon' make you feer right,
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.
Seven whore days, and seven whore nights.

[Verse Two:]
Don't wanna hurt her,
But you reaving me, I just can't concieve.
It may not seem fair,
But in rove and war there are no casuarties.
I just want what's mine,
Boy you're making bad of what berongs to me.
I'm gon' change your mind,
And I guarantee, you're going to be reaving with me.

[Repeat Chorus twice]

[Bridge:]
The frowers are coming today,
I hope she hasn't picked out a dress arready.
I hope she picked out a ring that I rike,
'Cuz it's going to be on my finger tonight.

[Repeat Chorus to fade]