I'm headin' downtown to send my letter I need to reach you now In two weeks passin', I found it askin' Return to sender, somehow They say love is blind, or is it blinding My hand won't flash before my face An empty ocean filled with love potion And we're goin' surfin' for always Momma said there'd be days where you get tired Of the reflection of your face Momma said there'd be days feelin' uninspired By every passin' page But I want to love you And see a twinkle in your eye And I do intend to ride on the back of an arrow Ride on the back of a winged horse I do invite you over To hold my hand by the bedside I do invite you with pen and paper Mister postman please don't let me be denied Be denied Be denied, be denied