It's not your face
It's strange
It's not your eyes,
Although so wise
It's just this crazy thing
As I start to realize
It's the pictures, the poems and all the songs that you send
That have me checking and checking my mails
Caught in this magical spin
And as I sit real still
And as I wait for you to appear
My dear
I know you'll surprise me,
Oh you never do fail
I'm so in love with you, now look
You've got some mail
Spoken: Outro
I cut and paste-
With great haste
As you embed me,
for the night
And the sweet hum of the computer
Sounds just right
As I type
Good night
Sleep tight
My love
You've got Mail