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A post office is a customer service facility forming part of a national postal system. Post offices offer mail-related services such as acceptance of letters and parcels; provision of post office boxes; and sale of postage stamps, packaging, and stationery. In addition, many post offices offer additional services: providing and accepting government forms (such as passport applications), processing government services and fees (such as road tax), and banking services (such as savings accounts and money orders). The chief administrator of a post office is a postmaster.
Prior to the advent of postal and ZIP codes, postal systems would route items to a specific post office for receipt or delivery. In 19th-century America, this often led to smaller communities being renamed after their post offices, particularly after the Post Office Department ceased to permit duplicate station names within a state.
The term "post office" or "post-office" has been in use since the 1650s, shortly after the legalisation of private mail service in England in 1635. In early Modern England, post riders – mounted couriers – were placed ("posted") every few hours along post roads at "posting houses" or "post houses" between major cities ("post towns"). These stables or inns permitted important correspondence to travel without delay. In early America, post offices were also known as "stations". This term and "post house" fell from use as horse and coach service was replaced by railways, aircraft, and automobiles.
Shock after shock from the snake she bites
Happy hour downtown, ladies night
With your townie boys who make your brethren fight
Night after night after night after night, go
Come on sweetheart, come on sweetheart, oh
It's an eye for any eye 'neath the hurricane sky
How will you find me a lover in time?
With your muscle vest clad lads who nearly fight
Close off your senses and turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script she said
You can have what you want
Oh, heed this sound advice
No don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Well, the skits the same but the face is new, oh oh
On the crying tarts who step
And broken hearts are all you get
The drinks go on and the beat's the resounding
The drinks go on and the beat's still sounding
Come on darling, come on darling, come on sweetheart, oh
You look pretty, pretty fit
For a pedestrian pounding
This nightclubs still shit
But be weary of the gypsy boy you're mounting
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script she said
You can have what you want
Oh, heed this sound advice
No, don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through
Well, the skits the same but the face is new, oh oh
The best that's what you'll get before
The walk of shame tomorrow
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on
Your monkey lots, they tumble ?round
You dance your fucking swan song
You dance your fucking swan song
You dance your fucking swan song
To a blundering oracle
So here's to your future
And your awful wedded wife
She had the best face in the place
She had the lip gloss and the grace
There's really nothing in the script she said
You can have what you want
Oh, heed this sound advice
No don't you tell me any lies
Look into these eyes, they see right through