Thomas The postman came today Another letter from the U.S.A. That makes it four this week Just put it down with the rest of the heap Ooh my friend, she sure has got it bad Ooh my friend, you're the first big love she's had She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, she can make it alone She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, this thing is her own Doesn't seem to matter at all That you haven't written and you haven't called She seems quite happy, so leave it that way 'Cause tell the truth you got nothing to say to her Ooh my friend, she sure has got it bad Ooh my friend, you're the first big love she's had She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, she can make it alone She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, this thing is her own She loves the feeling that she gets from this make believe romance She thinks she's found her one big love, she don't need no second chance So don't you spoil her hopes and dreams By telling her that she don't mean a thing to you She writes she's counting the days 'Til you're back in the U.S.A. She hopes you're feeling fine And she wants you to drop a few Lines to her Ooh my friend, she sure has got it bad Ooh my friend, you're the first big love she's had She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, she can make it alone She loves to be in love She don't care if you're not there, this thing is her own