Return to Sender

I gave a letter to the post man,
He put it his sack.
Bright and early next morning,
He brought my letter back.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender.
Address unknown.
No such number.
No such zone.
We had a quarrel,
A lovers' spat,
I’d write «I'm sorry»
But my letter keeps coming back.
So when I dropped it in the mailbox,
I sent it «Special D»
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me.
She wrote upon it:
Return to sender.
Address unknown.
No such person.
No such zone.
This time I’m gonna take it myself
And put it right in her hand
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I’ll understand
The writing on it:
Return to sender. Address unknown.
No such person. No such zone.
Return to sender,
Return to sender.