Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Alexz Johnson
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, you're always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I give up)
You ain’t no man, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, you're always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
I wear a smile, I look below and underneath
I feel the calm before the storm is rolling up the street
Don’t need a letter, doesn’t matter
I’ll kill the messenger
It comes around again, I’m keeping all my windows shut
Come in with paper and I’ll paper cut your fingers up
Making me shiver, then I swear I’ll kill the messenger
I’ll kill the messenger
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I give up)
You ain’t no man, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
It isn’t right, it’s keeping everyone awake
I can feel your army move
And make the very earth shake
You keep your news, I’ll kill the messenger
Don’t wanna know
No, I don’t really like your games
Not when the sky is filling up with paper airplanes
Your letter came, kill the messenger
Kill the messenger
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I give up)
You ain’t no man, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
All left up to me
I don’t understand
The paper in the wind
I’ll kill the messenger
Doesn’t make a sound
Just a paper in my hand
I don’t understand
I’ll kill the messenger
I’m gonna, gotta kill the messenger
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I'll kill him)
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man (I'll kill him)
I give up coming around, you're always pulling me down (I'll kill him)
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down (I'll kill him)
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I give up)
You ain’t no man, Mister Mail Man (I'll kill him)
I give up coming around, you're always pulling me down (I'll kill him)
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down (I'll kill him)
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around you’re always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man (I'll kill him)
You ain’t no man, Mister Mail Man (I give up)
I give up
Give it up
Mister Mail Man, not a fan, Mister Mail Man
Just give me something I can stand, Mister Mail Man
I give up coming around, always pulling me down
I give up, I hope you’re gone when I be coming down
Mail Man (2008 Version) was written by Greg Wells & Brendan James Johnson & Alexz Johnson.
Mail Man (2008 Version) was produced by Greg Wells.