For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

And make believe it came from you I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter They're gonna knock me off my feet Kisses on the bottom I'll be glad I've got 'em And sign "with love" the way you do I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet I'm gonna smile

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

I know we'll be lovers again, darling I know we'll be lovers again It's a matter of time The one in the end, I was your friend Till you see that I'm I got pictures of you in funny poses Letters from you with pressed yellow roses I've got souvenirs of fun

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) Yes, she got a Range Rover and

But I don't know just where to begin The way I've been treated by my so called friends They're the greatest thing in the world Yes, I want to write a letter Yes, I want to write a letter, people Well, I tell you, it's a sin, people Yes, if I got a dollar

I got a letter from my love, It said exactly what I'm thinking of no words can say, Well darling I'll find away You see your diamond ring, I' here to say that doesn't mean a thing Without your love, And if that's all we got then take it off take it off

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess

Girls at the front door, let 'em in Still gon' talk like Letterman Hoes at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front door, let her in Cash at the front door, let him in, hey You's got no wins Cash at the front door, let 'em in Money at the front

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you