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