Frank Sinatra - P.S. I Love You lyrics

What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen everyday
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
And 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
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"
But I gotta 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 seems like a year
Every night I'm dreaming of you
P s i love you