Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,
He put it in his sack
Bright and early seguinte morning,
He brought my letter back

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone
We had a quarrel, a lover's spat
I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D
Bright and early seguinte morning
It came right back to me

She wrote upon it:
Return to sender, address unknown
No such person, no such zone

This time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand
And if it comes back the very seguinte day
Then I'll understand

The composição literária on it
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone

Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender