P.s. I Love You by Frank Sinatra
P.s. I Love You lyrics
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 just beyond 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
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