Man-ila Envelope -

I need a good old fashioned man

Strong arms and cast iron hands

Pockets filled with black dirt

Hungry for my dessert

tell me where can I find this man

I want a trustworthy brute

One who enjoys swimming and loves fresh fruit

Stays away from danger

Protects me with his pocket-knife

Tell me where can I find this man

Have you seen him, have you seen him

Tell me where he hangs his hat

No calls, no faxes

I’m gonna send him a love package

Looks like he’s already looking for me

In the back of the pages in my magazine

Now that I’ve got his address

I’m gonna seal my letter with a big ol' kiss

I need a man, man, man, man

man, man, man, man-ila envelope

I’ve got snail mail lovers outa' county I’m staying

We correspond and fondle each other through word play

Two weeks since I mailed out my feelings

and today I get to learn about the fella that I’m dreamin'

'Cause and out of state letter’s pokin' outa' my box

Open it real slow, it contains a lot

Of his hair

I can smell his farm hands it’s locked inside the paper

According to his penmanship

He wants to meet me later

He talks so sweet about my billowy hair

He says my skin’s as smooth as a new-born mayor

Can I see you?

(no)

Can I see you?

(Absolutely not)

Can I come hang my hat (let me remind you)

No calls, no faxes

I just want your love packages

I need a man, man, man, man

man, man, man, man-ila envelope

My lovers strech for miles and miles

My snail mail lovers drive me wild

I respond promptly but he does not reply

He must not like the way this lady says goodbye

Then four months later as the leaves were turning brown

I received a wood carving of a sad little clown

I need a man, man, man, man

man, man, man, man-ila envelope

Cause snail mail is the best mail

for sending and receiving love