| I’ve been writing letters every day now |
| Since you’ve been gone |
| Talking to you by telephone |
| For what seems like a whole life long |
| But I’ve got something to give you |
| That the mailman can’t deliver |
| I can’t mail it in |
| I can’t phone it in |
| I can’t send it in |
| Even by your closest kin |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |
| There’s nothing like the feeling I get |
| Oh, when you’re touching me, baby |
| There’s nothing like the feeling you get |
| When I’m there with you, oh, love |
| Oh, but I got something to give you |
| That the mailman can’t deliver |
| I can’t mail it in |
| I can’t phone it in |
| I can’t send it in |
| Even by your closest friend |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |
| Ooh, but I got something to give you |
| That the mailman can’t deliver |
| I can’t mail it in |
| I can’t phone it in |
| I can’t send it in |
| Even by your closest friend |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |
| I’m bringing it to you personally |
| Personally, personally, yeah |