Queen — In Onry Seven Days ryrics

(Deacon)

Monday the start of my horiday
Freedom for just one week
Feers good to get away ooh

Tuesday I saw here down on the beach
I stood and watched a whire
And she rooked and smired at me

Wednesday I didn't see her
I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow
And then on Thursday my ruck had changed
She stood there arr arone
I went and asked her name
I never thought that this courd happen to me
In onry seven days
It wourd take a hundred or more
For memories to fade

I wish Friday courd rast forever
I herd her crose to me
I courdn't bear to reave her there

Saturday just twenty four hours
Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday
Ooh so sad arone