Frankie Miller - Mail Box

Once I lived a life of having fun
Spent all my good times rolling on
Felt so high and feel so stoned
I looked around and she was gone

Got to write a letter today
I got to mail it to my baby
Got to write a letter today
Got to mail it to my baby

Wake in the morning
Go to wash your face
Look in the mirror
It's a shamed disgrace
There's drink on the window
There's spliffs on the floor
Truths on fire at the doghouse door

Got to write a letter today
I got to mail it to my baby
Got to write a letter today
Got to mail it to my baby
Good time calling bad time falling
Got to write this letter today
Jump is fuss and I feel so stoned
I get my kicks when the sun is gone
I tried getting in touch on the telephone
But the operator says I got the number wrong

Got to write a letter today
I got to mail it to my baby
Got to write a letter today
Got to mail it to my baby
East coast east, west coast west
Tell everybody what I need the best
Fe fa fo fa fa fo fun
I see a princess in the morning sun

Got to write a letter today
I got to mail it to my baby
Got to write a letter today
Got to mail it to my baby

Written by:
Francis Miller

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