nellie mckay
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
i burned a hole in the dining room table
and let me see, i guess that's all
nothing left to tell you, dear
except, each day seems like a year
everybody's thinking of you
p.s. i love you
p.s. i love you
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