Some Postman - The Presidents Of The United States Of America

It’s 6 AM and the sun is getting high

He picks up the mail from the slot

He feels the rush of excitement as he holds it in his hand

Another love note no one got

Some postman is grooving to all our love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Some postman is grooving to all our love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Gonna cry

Gonna cry

It’s noon now and all the mailboxes have been emptied

And all the letters are inside

He counts them, he checks them, he looks for clues and finds

The ones with hearts on the outside

Some postman is grooving to all our love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Some postman is grooving to all out love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Gonna cry

Gonna cry

Gonna cry yeah yeah

Nineteen ninety threeeeee

ooh ooh ooh ooh

ooh ooh ooh ooh

Holding onto a package meant for a distant lover

Thought it would be there overnight

She waits and she cries and she thinks he does not love her

The postman holds on oh so tight

Some postman is grooving to all our love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Some postman is grooving to all our love letters

Some postman is gonna cry

Gonna cry yeah

You (you)

Crushed (crushed)

Paper hearts

Stole (stole)

And sold (sold)

And ripped apart

Your promise was sent but you never delivered to me Some postman you turned out to be