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