Dear, I thought I'd drop a line
The
weather's cold
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 Right to the Browns
Just as soon
as you were 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
I was thinking of you
P.S.
I love you
I do my best to obey all your wishes I put a sign up,
thank
Now I got to 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 feels like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you
P.S.
I love you