Sings The Select Johnny

Frank Sinatra( 法蘭克辛納區 ) Sings The Select Johnny專輯

8.P.S I Love You

Lyrics:Johnny Mercer
Music:Gordon Jenkins
Arranger:Nelson Riddle
Artist:Frank Sinatra/The Hollywood String Quartet

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 just beyond 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.