The Mailman Song

I'm the humble mailman of your neighborhood.
People here don't like me much, I'm misunderstood.
Rumors spread around aimed to debase and to debauch,
Call me the muse of the watch.

I'll peek through your windows and I live your lives,
I see faithful men with one anothers' wives.
I hold secrets hostage so I? never will get fired!
Call me the muse of the liars.

I'll tell you their stories and I will not lie
We can learn some lessons from their candid lives.
We will retrogress if? we live solely in our box,
Call me the muse of the block.