The mailman’s here
And he’s looking good
Does he have some mail for me
With his bouffant hair
And those dreamy eyes
I can’t help but to sigh and stare

I put on a stamp
On an envelope
And address it to myself
I’ll do anything
Just for him to come
I ju

Oh, Louie!
You don’t see me anymore
Theres no spark in your eyes
When you look into mine
It’s true
That I’m no longer in your heart
When you come home in the night
It always ends in a fight

And I tailed you one night to the motel
You were wrapped in the arms