P.S. I Love You
(专辑: Close To You - 1957)
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.