What is there to write? What is there to say? The 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 I burned a hole in the dining room table And let me see, I guess that's all
Nothin' else for me to say And so I'll close But by the way, everybody's thinkin' 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 have piled in the sink
Nothing else to tell you, dear Except, each day seems like a year, Every night I'm dreamin' of you P.S. I love you
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