Why are you sending me postcards? by Galenskaparna & After Shave
Why are you sending me postcards
When you don't love me no more?
I have no interest in postcards
What are you sending them for?
I have no interest in places
Places that you like to see
Beaches and cities and faces
Why do you mail them to me?
Why are you sending me postcards?
What do you want me to see?
Or do you think all these postcards
Proves that you're happy and free?
Or do you think I collect them
Thousands of postcards from you?
Yes, you must think I collect them
But that is not what I do...
I give them to Morgan, my dog, every night
He eats them and thinks that they taste quite alright
He looks at me afterwards, thinking so sweet:
Why is she sending me postcards to eat?
I don't know, little Morgan, I don't know, I reply
I don't know why she sends them, no I don't know why
Then I tell him that maybe already next day
He's going to have a little piece of Bombay