Текст песни P.S. I Love You - 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
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