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I’m writing letters, posting, hoping that you’ll reply

Dear Lydia

You didn’t did ya

Why do you think that all of my intentions are lies

I wouldn’t kid ya

Lydia

I’m having a ball

Ache

Getting through to ya

No post shows up

Heaven knows I’m miserable now

I’ve got the Smiths on

Writing this song

I would have called but it always just descends into rows

Making you p___ed off

Lydia

I’m having a ball

Ache

Getting through to ya

It seems I’m writing War and Peace

In an attempt to set my mind at ease

My writings bad but my spellings worse

Now its made its way from brain to verse

I think by now they’re rather sick

Of us down at the post office

I might be a dog but I’m not your b____

Lydia

Dear Lydia

I’m having a ball

Ache

Getting through to ya

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