P.S. I Love You - 1999 Remastered

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

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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