P.S. I Love You

What is there to write, what is there to say?

Same things happen every day

Not a thing to write, not a thing to say

So I take my pen in hand and start the same old way

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line

The weather's cool, the folks are fine

I'm in bed each night at nine

P.S. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain

But all in all, I can't complain

Was it dusty on the train

P.S. I love you

Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able

They came around to call

And I burned a hole in the dining room table

And, let me see, I guess that's all

Nothing else for me to say

And so I'll close, but by the way

Everybody's thinking of you

P.S. I love you

I do my best to obey all your wishes

I put a sign up, "Think"

But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes

Or wash the ones that are piled in the sink

Nothing else to tell you, dear

Except each day seems like a year

Every night I'm dreaming of you

P.S. I love you