Текст песни THE PRESIDENTS OF THE UNITED STATES OF A - Some Postman
THE PRESIDENTS OF THE UNITED STATES OF A - Some Postman слова песни
It`s 6 AM and the sun is getting highHe picks up the mail from the slotHe feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his handAnother love note no one gotSome postman is grooving to all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is grooving to all our love lettersSome postman is gonna cryGonna cryGonna cryIt`s noon now and all the mailboxes have been emptiedAnd all the letters are insideHe counts them, he checks them, he looks for clues and findsThe ones with hearts on the outsideSome postman is grooving to all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is grooving to all out love lettersSome postman is gonna cryGonna cryGonna cryGonna cry yeah yeahNineteen ninety threeeeeeooh ooh ooh oohooh ooh ooh oohHolding onto a package meant for a distant loverThought it would be there overnightShe waits and she cries and she thinks he does not love herThe postman holds on oh so tightSome postman is grooving to all our love lettersSome postman is gonna crySome postman is grooving to all our love lettersSome postman is gonna cryGonna cry yeahYou (you)Crushed (crushed)Paper heartsStole (stole)And sold (sold)And ripped apartYour promise was sent but you never delivered to meSome postman you turned out to be