I was just a postman not more You were just a letter not less My choice was just my own I was not mine, so you were with me early You were not mine You were forced to be my wings though you have to pack your envelope I am more comfortable. It is
Excuse me that I was drunk from the smell of ink I am a simple paper not more I want to sin and hundreds of sheets for this good postman is tempted to die Although I am not a good postman You are I am not a postman You were just a letter not less
I was just a postman not more You were just a letter not less
