Mailman passes by And I just wonder why He never stops to ring my front doorbell
There´s not a single line From that old love of mine Not a word since I last heard farewell That´s the reason that I´m
Gonna sit right down and write myself a letter And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be, oh, so glad I've got 'em
I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" Close "with love" the way you use to do I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter Make believe, make believe, make believe a little came from you
I'm gonna sit right down write myself a letter, oh And make believe it came from you Gonna write words so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses on the bottom, I'll be glad and I've got 'em
I'm gonna smile and say "I hope you're feelin' better" And close "with love" the way that you do I'm gonna sit right down, write myself a letter, oh And make believe it came from you Just you, oh
I'm gonna write, "I love you, honey, 'deed I do" And make believe it came from you I'm tired of waitin', 'cause I’m so blue Thinkin' of you all day through
I'm gonna say the sweet things that I love to hear I'll live in a dream and just pretend you're near I'm gonna sit right down, write myself a letter I'm gonna fool myself when I make myself Believe the letter came from you
Compositores: Fred e. Ahlert, Joseph Young (Young Joe) ECAD: Obra #6340508