Man-Ila Envelope Songtext
von Leslie Hall

I need a good old fashioned man
Strong arms and cast iron hands
Pockets filled with black dirt
Hungry for my dessert
Tell me where can I find this man
I want a trustworthy brute
One who enjoys swimming and loves fresh fruit
Stays away from danger
Protects me with his pocket-knife
Tell me where can I find this man
Have you seen him, have you seen him
Tell me where he hangs his hat
No calls, no faxes
I′m gonna send him a love package
Looks like he's already looking for me
In the back of the pages in my magazine
Now that I′ve got his address
I'm gonna seal my letter with a big ol' kiss
I need a man, man, man, man
Man, man, man, man-ila envelope


I′ve got snail mail lovers outa′ county I'm staying
We correspond and fondle each other through word play
Two weeks since I mailed out my feelings
And today I get to learn about the fella that I′m dreamin'
′Cause and out of state letter's pokin′ outa' my box
Open it real slow, it contains a lot
Of his hair
I can smell his farm hands it's locked inside the paper
According to his penmanship
He wants to meet me later
He talks so sweet about my billowy hair
He says my skin′s as smooth as a new-born mayor
Can I see you? (no)
Can I see you? (Absolutely not)
Can I come hang my hat (let me remind you)
No calls, no faxes
I just want your love packages
I need a man, man, man, man
Man, man, man, man-ila envelope
My lovers strech for miles and miles
My snail mail lovers drive me wild
I respond promptly but he does not reply
He must not like the way this lady says goodbye
Then four months later as the leaves were turning brown
I received a wood carving of a sad little clown
I need a man, man, man, man
Man, man, man, man-ila envelope
Cause snail mail is the best mail
For sending and receiving love