P.s. I Love You sing and play along

What is there to write, what is there to say?

Same things happen ev'ry day.

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;

But 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,

but by the way,

ev'rybody's thinking of you.

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,

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.

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 piled in the sink!

Nothing else to tell you, dear,

except each day seems like a year,

ev'ry night I'm thinking of you.

P. S.

I love you.

love you.