You are eighteen year old girl 
Who live in small city of Japan 
You heard me on the radio 
About one year ago 
And you wanted to know 
All about me, and my hobbies 
My favorite food and my birthday 
Why are you so far away from me? 
I need help and you're way across the sea 
I could never touch you 
I think it would be wrong 
I've got your letter 
You've got my song 
They don't make stationary like this where I'm from 
So fragile 
So refined 
So I sniff (so I sniff) 
And i lick (and I lick) 
Your envelope and fall to little pieces every time 
I wonder what clothes you wear to school 
I wonder how you decorate your room 
I wonder how you touch yourself 
And curse myself for being across the sea 
Chorus 
At ten I shaved my head and tried to be a monk 
I thought the older women would like me if I did 
You see ma, I'm a good little boy (good little boy) 
It's all your fault, momma It's all your fault 
Goddam this business is really lame 
I gotta live on an island to find the juice 
So you send 
Me your love 
From all around the world 
As if I could live on words and dreams and a million screams 
Oh, how I need a hand in mine to feel 
Why are you so far away from me? 
Chorus 
I got your letter 
You got my song