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, the paper in the way? Give me some drugs... Doesn't make a sound, paper in the hand, I don't understand, give me some drugs, give me some drugs... 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... (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...)
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