Текст Elvis Presley – Return To Sender

Return to sender
Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman
He put it his sack

She wrote upon it
Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone

We had a quarrel, a lovers’ spat
I write I’m sorry but my letter keeps coming back

So then I dropped it in the mailbox
And sent it special D
Bright in early next morning
It came right back to me

She wrote upon it
Return to sender, address unknown
No such person, no such zone

This time I’m gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I’ll understand the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown
No such number, no such zone

Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender