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