I smile when I think back on how our world was created in 7 days Day 1, the first call started it all Your voice left me choice but to pursue Nervous at the thought of meeting you I left the outcome to chance Day 2, comes that first glance Day 3, the first dance Day 4, the belly flutters Day 5, the soft sweet-as-apple-butter kisses Day 6, "this is crazy the way he makes me feel, girl" Day 7, my world is yours Whose world is this? It's his