I gave a
letter to the postman,
he put it his sack.
But in 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.
But in 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.
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