Mailman

He wants to know if he can run his fingers through my hair
Also wants to know if he can hop around my hole
Wants to see my skirt rise abuxt my hairless thigh
He wants to run up close and score the winning goal

He can't see me
He cannot hear me
He can't smell or touch me
He sure as hell can't touch me

Read his writing sloppy scripping scratched out on some rags
The words he uses the thought he thinks is getting under my skin
I send his letters return

He can't see me
He cannot hear me
He can't smell or touch me
He sure as hell can't touch me

He wants to know if he can run his fingers through my hair
Also wants to know if he can hop around my hole
Wants to see my skirt rise abuxt my hairless thigh
He wants to run up close and score the winning goal