P.S. I LOVE YOU

What is there to write? What is there to say? Same things happen everyday 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 fine, 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 an 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 think 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 Everynight I'm dreaming of you P.S. I love you