Why do you act as if you just don't care,
Why do you act like I'm not really there
Don't you know what you're missing,
Not dancing with me and not kissing
The lips that say your name every night

On Monday I was your postman
On Tuesday I repaired your car
I'll keep working under cover
Till one day you'll make me your lover
Meanwhile I say your name every night

Wednesday I drove your taxi
Thursday I was on TV
I make money like hell
One day the richest pal
Of the world says your name every night

I cleaned your windows on Friday morning
But you had your curtains closed
I was worried 'bout your health
And so was someone else
And your lips whispered his name all night