paroles de chanson Mail It In - The Wasteland Wailers

Standin′ on my doorstep, waitin' for a package
Hopin′ for that blissful moment when
That blonde-haired angel falls out of the heavens
With a bag full of bills again

It's a little bit awkward when she gives em over
It's hard to look her in the eye
It might just be the way she′s fumblin′
Bringin' out my nervous side

Some folks like to send telegrams
Others like to drop on in
But if it means that I see that girl
Well, I′m a-gonna mail it in

She's a star of civil service, the reason for insurance
But I don′t seem to get a break
My mailed pleas to her majesties come back
"Just tell this girl for goodness sake"

I'm up all night readin′ catalogs
Placin' orders til I'm broke
′Cause when they arrive I hope I′ll have the courage
To get these words out of my throat

Some can sing pretty songs of love
Some have handsome words and grins
But the only way that I see that girl
Is when I go and mail it in

It don't matter what the weather, she sure has it together
Though she might lose a thing or two
Her smile that sparkles holds a beat up parcel
Half my stuff is taped or glued

There′s a crash on the porch, I open up the door
Help her stand and fix her hat
My voice is misbehavin' time to spend what I′ve been savin'
To buy a softer welcome mat

Some folks like to send telegrams
Others like to drop on in
But all I want is to see that girl
So I′m a-gonna mail it in

Some can sing pretty songs of love
Some have handsome words and grins
But the only time that I see that girl
Is when I go and mail it in
Is when I go and mail it in