Mail In Song Lyrics

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Raffi Quijano Everyday Lyrics

Got a letter in the mail today
And I'm glad you're doin' fine
You tell me you're missing me
And it's cold in New York City
Well me and the girls we're alright
Thinking about you night after night
And if you feel the same way too
Just imagine me whispering to you

Everyday I'll always love you
Everyday I'm always thinking of you
Everyday's another lonely day without you
Everyday you'll here beside me
Everyday I'm always dreaming of you
Everyday I will be right here waiting for you
Everyday hoo hoo hoo hoo
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/r/raffi+...0775279.html ]
It's another long and sleepless nights
And thoughts run through my mind
Guess I'm just feeling lonely
It's been so empty since you've been gone
I'll be holding on for it won't be long
I'll be counting the days till I see you home
I know you feel the way I do
So just remember these words I'll say to you

Everyday I'll always love you
Everyday I'm always thinking of you
Everyday's another lonely day without you
Everyday you'll here beside me
Everyday I'm always dreaming of you
Everyday I will be right here waiting for you
Everyday everyday

The Beatles - Please Mr Postman

There must be some word today from my (boy) girlfriend so far away.
Please, Mister Postman, look and see.
Is there a letter, a letter for me?
I've been standing here waiting, Mr. Postman, oh, so patiently
For just a card or just a letter sayin' (s)he'll be comin' home to me.

(Mister Postman look and see.)
Please, Mister Postman, oh yeah.
(Is there a letter, a letter for me?)
Please, please, Mister Postman, oh yeah.
(You know it's been a long, long time.
Since I heard from that (boy)girlfriend of mine.)

So many days have passed me by.
You saw the tears in my eyes.
You wouldn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card or a letter.

(Mister Postman look and see.)
Please, Mister Postman, oh yeah.
(Is there a letter, a letter for me?)
Please, please, Mister Postman, oh yeah.
(You know it's been a long, long time.
Since I heard from that (boy) girlfriend of mine.)

You better wait a minute,
(Wait, wait a minute.)
Oh, you better wait a minute.
(Wait, wait a minute.)
Oh, you better wait a minute, wait a minute.
(Wait a minute.)
Oh you gotta wait, wait.
(Wait, wait.)

Elvis - Return to Sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it his sack.
Bright and early next morning,
He brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it:

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.
So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D.
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.
She wrote upon it:

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand.
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand - the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown.
No such number, no such zone.

SEALED WITH A KISS (Brian Hyland)

Though we've got to say good-bye
For the summer
Darling, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love
Everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

CHORUS:
Yes it's gonna be cold, lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my dreams
Everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But, Darlin' you won't be there

I don't wanna say good-bye
For the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Let us make a pledge
To meet in September
And seal it with a kiss

(instrumental)

(CHORUS)
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss
Sealed with a kiss

The Postman

I watch the sun come up while you're sleeping it off
When you go out for your news and curse your smoker's cough
I bring you bills to pay
And letters from the state
Then you go inside and I walk away
I'm the postman
I'm the postman
And I walk you street for hours like some kind of jerk
With my grey clip tie and my pressed blue shirt
And when you leave for work
I think you're turning to flirt
But you're turning away and it always hurts
I'm the postman
I'm the postman
I know why you stare East, it's where your man's run off
And I know why your trash bin is brimming with his art
'Cause when he was abroad
I read his last postcard
He met some brit named Cass and it broke your heart
I'm the postman
I'm the postman

Take A Letter Maria - R. B. Greaves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9Y0x1jLkLg

Last night, as I got home, about a half past ten
There was the woman I thought I knew in the arms of another man.
I kept my cool, I ain't no fool. Let me tell ya what happened then.
I packed some clothes and I walked out ..and I ain't goin' back again.

Chorus
So take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Say I won't be coming home..gotta start a new life
Oh Take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Send a copy to my lawyer..gotta start a new life

You've been many things but most of all a good secretary to me
And it's time like this I feel, you've always been close to me
Was I wrong to work nights, to try to build a good life?
All work, and no play has just cost me a wife

Chorus
So take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Say I won't be coming home..gotta start a new life
Take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta have a new life

When a man loves a woman, it's hard to understand
That she would find pleasure in the arms of another man
I never really noticed, how sweet you are to me
It just so happens I'm free tonight, would you like to have dinner with me?

So take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Say I won't be coming home..gonna start a new life
Ohhhh, Take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Send a copy to my lawyer..Gonna have a new life
Take a letter Maria..address it to my wife
Say I won't be coming home..fade out

A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
I dropped it,
I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket

Top Hat, White Tie and Tails
Words and music by Irving Berlin.
Made famous by Fred Astaire in the movie "Top Hat"

(verse)
I just got an invitation through the mails:
"Your presence requested this evening,
It's formal, a top hat, a white tie and tails."
Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails.
Because I'm invited to step out this evening
With top hat and white tie and tails.

(chorus)
I'm puttin' on my top hat,
Tyin' up my white tie,
Brushin' off my tails.
I'm dudin' up my shirt front,
Puttin' in the shirt studs,
Polishin' my nails,
I'm steppin' out, my dear,
To breathe an atmosphere
That simply reeks with class;
And I trust that you'll excuse my dust
When I step on the gas,
For I'll be there,
Puttin' down my top hat,
Mussin' up my white tie,
Dancin' in my tails.

Little Blue Mailbox

Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll have the next letter
Little blue mailbox, wonder if you'll ever make me feel better
Looking at the streetlight, when it's lit there'll be a night waiting
I fumble with the paper, see the words you wrote are already fading
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting

Staring in the mirror did you find another true beauty
A girl with bluer eyes and
A girl who's never tired and moody
Time on my mind, it's a funny thing
I just wanna hear you
The words that you sent me are the only thing that makes me feel near you
I've been waiting all this time for a letter
My insides shaking, will this feeling last forever
I've been waiting
I've been waiting

Rory Gallagher, at the depot
Well, I'm hanging round the depot boys,
Trying to get a job,
I`m so sick and tired of being laid off.
No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Bills in my mail-box, that's all they ever send,
All they ever send.

Well, I'm hanging round the corner, boys,
Holding up the well,
Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call.

Running out of patience, running out of cool,
Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news,
Don't want to hear the news.
Yeah...

Well, you sure look good,
Baby, sure look neat,
Sure make sense from your head to your feet.

You don't want to know me now,
But you're gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style.

Well, you sure look good,
Baby, sure look neat,
Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street.

You don't want to know me now,
But you`re gonna change your mind,
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style.
Yeahhh...

Well, my motor won't run men,
I'm sure it's on the blink,
Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when.

I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show?
Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go,
Some place else to go.

Well, I'm hanging round the depot, boys,
Can't get a job,
I'm so sick and tired of being laid off.

No silver lining, no rainbow's end,
Blues in my mail-box. that's all they ever send,
All they ever send,
All they ever send.
Yeahhhhh....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-r9iHNFPpQ

Sting
"Big Lie, Small World"

I sat down and wrote this letter
Telling you that I felt better
Since you've gone and I was free
I'm so happy

I have so little time to spare now
I'm wanted almost everywhere now
I make out like Casanova
Friends are always coming over

I signed my name as if I meant it
And sealed it with a kiss and sent it
The letter headed through my mood
Happy in my solitude

But halfway home I changed my tune
And when I saw my lonely room
The mirror caught my eye
When I sat down, I cried

Big lie, small world
It was a big lie, small world

I had to intercept that letter
Telling you that I was better
I raced to catch the postman's van
He was leaving as I ran

I missed the bus, I missed the train
I end up walking in the rain
Big dog chased me down the street
Hadn't had a bite to eat

Feeling sorry for myself
And wishing I was someone else
I walked across the city
Because I couldn't stand your pity

Big lie, small world
It was a big lie, small world

The place you live looks opulent
And obviously a higher rent
Than a cozy little room
I had this sense of doom

Your landlord says you're out of town
But your new boyfriend's always around
The hour was getting late
So I sit down and wait

Here's the postman with my letter
Coming down the path he better
Give that thing to me
I have to make him see

Begging doesn't do the trick
He thinks that I'm a lunatic
But then who comes upon the scene
But your new boyfriend, Mr. Clean

I hit the postman, hit your lover
Grabbed the letter, ran for cover
The police arrived in time for tea
They said they'd like to question me

But I can only curse my fate
I had to face the magistrate
It hasn't been the best of days
I'd like to fly away

Big lie, small world
Big lie, small world
It was a big lie, small world
Big lie, small world

Artist: Lighthouse Family
Album: PostCard's from Heaven
Title: PostCard's from Heaven
Music and Lyrics: Tucker


If you never say goodbye
To the best thing in your life
There are things you don't appreciate
At all

So it's best that you don't try
Holding back the time
Are you ever gonna be
Quite satisfied

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from

If you ever say goodbye
No regrets, I won't ask why
And I wish you all the best luck
In the world

Should you ever change your mind
Holding back the sunshine
Are you ever gonna be
Quite satisfied

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from

Postcard from heaven
Go to where you belong
Never find the perfect situation
Untill you know where you're from

A British children's 'street' song associated with St Valentine's Day, from about 60 years ago:

Postman, postman, do your duty:
Take this to my loving beauty.
Postman, postman, haste away
And do the rhumba all the way.

Postman, postman, do your duty:
Take this to my loving beauty.
Postman, postman, haste and go -
And if she's not there her sister will do.

"I'm Gonna Sit Right Down And Write Myself A Letter"


I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter,
And make believe it came from you.
I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet,
They're gonna knock me off my feet.
A lot of kisses on the bottom,
I'll be glad I've got 'em.

I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better,"
And close "with love" the way you do.
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter,
And make believe it came from you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZZRAU3DeOo

The Letter
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home
My baby just wrote me a letter

I don't care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home
My baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister can't you see
I gotta get back to my baby once more, anyway

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home
My baby just wrote me a letter

Well she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn't live without me no more
Listen mister can't you see
I gotta get back to my baby once more, anyway

Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain't got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I'ma goin' home
My baby just wrote me a letter
Cause my baby just wrote me a letter

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQaUs5J2wdI

Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter tellin' you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do if you still want me
If you still want me

CHORUS:

Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison, and my love she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her this:

REPEAT CHORUS

Now the whole damn bus is cheering
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdS5Ghsuesc
(very cheesy video)