Ben E. King - Seven Letters

This is my last letter
Dear, to you

This is my last letter, baby
I just can't write you anymore
My poor little finger's swollen
I'm tired of pacing the floor, yes, I am

Threw away our favorite record
It was tearing me apart
This is my seventh letter, baby
Just to satisfy my heart

One Monday, I wrote and told you
I was all alone and blue
Two Tuesday, I wrote again, baby
I said I loved no one, no one
No one but you, no, I don't

Three Wednesday, I wired you a cable
Begging you to call
Four Thursday, I sent the message
I said I was wrong and, darling
Please come back home

Five Friday, I woke up crying
With the sniff of a tear
Six come along long lonesome Saturday
I did the same thing all over again
Yes, I did

Seven this is my seventh letter, baby
On this bright Sunday morning
Just got off my knees from praying
I said, Oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Please send her back home
Can't she hear me talking to her

This is my last letter
Dear, to you
Seven letters, seven days
Seven long, lonely days
There, I said it

This is my last letter
Dear, to you yes, it is
Yes, it is, yes, it is
Oh, yes, it is

Ben E. King - Seven Letters

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