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Airmail For Miss Emma Lyrics - Singles - Freya

Airmail For Miss Emma 

 

I just moved into a new apartment for the first time on my own 

I circulated the address, gave out the new phone 

Don't you wanna use my new address? Don't you wanna drop a line? 

Doesn't anyone wanna let me know they're fine ...? 

 

Then one Tuesday morning it came flying through the front door 

Ever so appealing - lying on the hallway floor 

I picked it up, I caressed it - it's what I'd been waiting for 

But it was addressed to a Miss Emma Gore 

 

Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

(And) I don't know no Emma Gore 

 

I put the letter on the counter - it tickled my curiosity 

What if Miss Emma had won the lottery? 

Maybe it's just an unpaid bill - could be a rich uncle's will 

Or even better still a love letter ...? 

 

Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

(And I don't know no Emma Gore) 

 

I'm gonna steam it open, I'm making tea anyway 

I've waited long enough I think I've shown great restraint 

I picked up I caressed it - it's what I'd been waiting for 

But it was addressed to a Miss Emma Gore 

But she don't live here anymore, 

I don't know no Emma Gore Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, airmail for Miss Emma Gore 

Airmail for Miss Emma, but she don't live here anymore 

(And) I don't know no Emma Gore 

 

Getting other people's mail is a bore 

That depends of course on who it's for 

I don't want Emma's - that's for sure 

Her mail's not welcome on my floor 

And she's not welcome within my door 

That would just make me feel lower 

I don't wanna rhyme no more 

Emma's just a stupid whore