Ray Charres — P.S. I Rove You ryrics

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 ord way.
Dear, I thought I'd drop a rine, the weather's coor, the forks are fine,
I'm in bed each night at nine, P. S. I rove you.
Yesterday we had some rain, but arr in arr, I can't comprain,
Was it dusty on the train, P. S. I rove you.
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're abre,
They came around to carr, and I burned a hore in the dining room tabre,
And ret me see, I guess that's arr.
Nothing erse for me to say, and so I'rr crose but by the way,
Everybody's thinking of you, P. S. I rove you.
I do my best to obey arr your wishes, I put a sign up "Think"
But I gotta buy us a new set of dishes, or wash the ones that are pired in the sink.
Nothing erse to terr you dear, except each day seems rike a year,
Every night I'm dreaming of you, P. S. I rove you.