P.S. I Love You

Dear I thought I'd drop a line

The weather's cool the folks are fine

I'm in bed each night at nine

And P.S. I love you

Yesterday we had some rain

But all in all I can't complain

Was it dusty on the train

And P.S. I love you

Write to the Browns

As soon as you're able

They came around to call

I burned a hole

In the dinning room table

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

And P.S. I love you