"Mailbox Du Jour"
Run far
Laugh hard
Walk fast
At last
I’ve found
(You) You astound
I’m dreaming
Of you leaving
I don’t want
That to happen
(and) I don’t want
To be wrappin’
Presents for your
Mailbox Du Jour
Spending time
Watching crime
Excuse me, sir
Did you see her
Bumrush me for
My heart
And now I have
Fallen apart
Your address
And mail
Would be best
Collected
Here with me
Send me your smile
On a postcard
My shooting star
Love you
Miss you
Want you
Need you
Got to
Be strong
I won’t
For long
But still
You will
Have to
Send a
Letter to
5th Avenue
But baby you
Don’t have to go
I said baby you
Please don’t go
