Текст песни Karla Bonoff - Personally
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I`ve been writing letters everyday nowsince you`ve been goneTalking to you on the telephoneFor what seems like a whole life longI`ve got something to give you That the mailman can`t deliverI can`t mail it inI can`t phone it in I can`t send it inEven by your closest kinI`m bringing it to you personallyI`m bringing it to you personallyThere`s nothing like the feeling I getOh when you touching me babyThere`s nothing like the feeling you getWhen I`m there with you, oh loveI`ve got something that the mailman can`t deliverI can`t mail it inI can`t phone it in I can`t send it inEven by your closest kin I`m bringing it to you personallyI`m bringing it to you personallyBut I`ve got something to give you That the mailman can`t deliverI can`t mail it inI can`t phone it in I can`t send it inEven by your closest kin I`m bringing it to you personallyI`m bringing it to you personally