Cheap white wine,
and words that rhyme,
this is how i've been spending my time.
I've been pacing by the mail box,
checking my missed calls. .
I thought you hadn't tried at all.
But I know the mail has been late,
and my phone bills not paid.
So I'll go shovel the street,
the snow cold on my feet.
So the mail can get here,
please, just call me, my dear.
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