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 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