P.S. I Love You

P.S. I Love You - Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

Written by：Frank Sinatra

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