Why do you act as if you just don't care, 
Why do you act like I'm not really there 
Don't you know what you're missing, 
Not dancing with me and not kissing 
The lips that say your name every night 

On Monday I was your postman 
On Tuesday I repaired your car 
I'll keep working under cover 
Till one day you'll make me your lover 
Meanwhile I say your name every night 

Wednesday I drove your taxi 
Thursday I was on TV 
I make money like hell 
One day the richest pal 
Of the world says your name every night 

I cleaned your windows on Friday morning 
But you had your curtains closed 
I was worried ‘bout your health 
And so was someone else 
And your lips whispered his name all night