P.S. I Love You Lyrics

What is there to write, what is there to say? Same things happen ev'ry 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; 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, Ev'rybody's thinking of you. P.S. I love you.