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. Oh, 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
Now I got to 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 feels like a year.
Every night I'm dreamin' of you.
P.S. I love you.
P.S. I love you.
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Gordon Jenkins
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