Mr Postman - Latasha Lee

Wait a minute Mr Postman

Do you get a letter, a letter for me

(I think a do shorty)

He’s locked up in a penitentiary

And i’ve been waiting

For him to write me

(I think i do shorty)

It’s been two months and six days

And haven’t heard a thang

I’m sitting here all alone

They say he did something wrong

So he can’t call home

And now i’m wondering what’s going on

I’ve been writing him everyday

And writing him everynight

Hoping he would respond to my letters

And let me know everything is fine

Then maybe i can sleep at night

And my days would be so much better

So please

Wait a minute Mr Postman

Do you get a letter, a letter for me

(I think a do shorty)

He’s locked up in a penitentiary

And i’ve been waiting

For him to write me

(I think i do shorty)

It’s been planty other people

Tryna holla at my but i’m saving all my goodies for baby (baby)

They say i need to move on

Cause he been gone too long

I refuse cause i’m his number one lady

(Lady)

So look down deep in you bag

And tell me what you have and be the one

To put a smile on my face

Don’t wanna boss you around

Ain’t tryna take up your time

But i gotta get this letter today,

So please

Wait a minute Mr Postman

Do you get a letter, a letter for me

(I think a do shorty)

He’s locked up in a penitentiary

And i’ve been waiting

For him to write me

(I think i do shorty)

Wait a minute Mr Postman

Do you get a letter, a letter for me

(I think a do shorty)

He’s locked up in a penitentiary

And i’ve been waiting

For him to write me

(I think i do shorty)

So where is it, tell me

Let me open it, let me open it up

Oh where is it, give it to me

Wait a minute, wait a minute now