Bonju

Before the girls off, after the girls on
They never say, they never think
They never tell you the secret
Into the market, behind the computer
They never smile, they never cry
They never show you heatness

It's my room, there is no door
People can came, people can go, they never wonder
It's my room, there is no door
Give me fire when it is winter

I always want to be a part-time mailman
I can ring every house's bell and not to be blamed
In the morning i can go with the milk-deliver girl
Who smells very healthy, and we go out at night

Riding with my green bike, wearing with my green suit
Don't have to talk with any boring guy
Chasing by little dog, that's good exercise
Here's your letter, please sign right here
Holding with pappers that not written for me
I am pretty sire the mailbox is open for me
Keep it out from rains, cigarrate and coffee
Today you will all leave me, my little pappers

Riding with my green bike, wearing with my green suit
Singing the song, i know the air listens
Biten by little dog, that's good experience
Here's your letter, i remeber you name...