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 Nothing else for me to say And so I'll close, oh 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 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 dreaming of you P.S. I love you P.S. I love you