| lyric | Mailman passes by,
I just wonder why?
He never stops to ring
my front doorbell.
There’s not a single line
from that old love of mine,
not a word since I last heard „Fare well“,
that’s the reason that I’m gonna
sit rigth down and write myself a letter,
make believe it came from you, oh!
I’m gonna write words oh so sweet,
they gonna knock me off my feet.
A lo of kisses on the bottom,
I’ll be, oh, so glad I got ’em.
I’m gonna smile and say
I hope you’re feelin’ better,
close „with love“
the way you used to do, oh!
I’m gonna sit right down
and write myself a letter
and make believe in’
that it came from you. |