P.S., I Love You

Music by Gordon Jenkins, Lyrics by Johnny Mercer, © 1934

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Dear, I thought I'd drop a line.
 The weather's cool.
 The kids are fine.
I'm in bed each night by 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 as soon as you are able.
 They came around to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
Now let me see, I guess that's all.

 Nothing else for me to say,
 and so I'll close, 
but by the way,
Everybody's thinkin' of you.
 P.S. I LOVE YOU.

Write to the Browns as soon as you are able.
 They came a-round to call.
I burned a hole in the dining room table.
Now let me see, I guess that's all.

Nothin' else to tell ya dear
'cept every day
feels like a year
and every night I'm thinkin' of you.
P.S. I LOVE YOU.