The postman comes each morning
The only thing he ever brings
He rings the bell, I hear him yell,
You've got some postage due,
I got some letters back today,
And what a price I had to pay.
I got a great big package
that was worn and torn apart.
I looked inside, and how I cried
I saw my broken heart, postage due
That's how you sent it back to me,
For since an ounce is not so much
But when you mail a broken heart,
There's so much postage due,
I have to pay, pay, pay, postage due,
that's how you sent it back to me
Oh, Stitch Do, now hear my plea
For cents an ounce is not so much,
But when you mail a broken heart,
There's so much postage due,
I have to pay, pay, pay, postage due,
On my letters from you. you
