Mr. Mailman – Alexz Johnson

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
Just give me something I can stand
Mr. mailman

(I give up, coming around)
(Always pulling me down)
(I give up, I hope you’re gone)
(When I’ll be coming down)

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman (I give up)
You ain’t no man Mr. mailman
Ha

All hooked up to me
I don’t understand
Paper in the wind
Kill the messenger

Doesn’t make a sound
Paper in my hand
I don’t understand
Kill the messenger
Kill the messenger

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
Just give me something I can stand
Mr. mailman

(I give up, coming around)
(Always pulling me down)
(I give up, I hope you’re gone)
(When I’ll be coming down)

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
(I give up)
You ain’t no man Mr. mailman
Ha

All hooked to me
I don’t understand
Paper in the way
Kill the messenger

Doesn’t make a sound
Paper in my hand
I don’t understand
Give me some drugs
Kill the messenger

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
Just give me something I can stand
Mr. mailman

(I give up, coming around)
(Always pulling me down)
(I give up, I hope you’re gone)
(When I’ll be coming down)

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman (I give up)
You ain’t no man Mr. mailman (I give up)

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
Just give me something I can stand
Mr. mailman

(I give up, coming around)
(Always pulling me down)
(I give up, I hope you’re gone)
(When I’ll be coming down)

Mr. mailman
Not a fan
Mr. mailman
You ain’t no man Mr. mailman
Ha

You never come around
You never come around
You never come around
Mr. mailman