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 just wanna speak to him
Hey mister
What is your name
Is it jean paul?
Or james dean?
Cause you’re so dreamy
That its not funny
You’re too good to be true
The mailman’s here
And he’s lookin good
Does he wanna come inside?
Cause i have some tea
And some biscuits too
Would he like to sit for awhile?
I won’t pressure him
Or ask for his number
Cause i’m too shy anyway
Oh i’ll be so good
I’ll just sit right there
And stare into his eyes
