Don’t Shoot The Mailman Lyrics
She's a hard worker
Straight from the suburbs
With values and priorities in place
By her youthful act of wisdom
She would fall victim
To a man who's in for the thrill of the chase
She's always in love
And she gets it from her mom
When she was still young
She makes her own bed
And she fills her pretty head
With pretty songs her mother sung
One day at Macy's
She met young Casey
In line to buy a new pair of blue jeans
A few years later
He'd ask to date hеr
She'd find out what heartbreak truly mеans
When fucking around
He moved to a college town
Where he met sweet Michelle
[?] to her touch
The distance proved too much
He knew he must sell
And then the postman passed her home
Some dreams are born to die
She is alone
He was a coward
It burned right to the core
Still she felt empowered
She's not in love
Not anymore