Thanks for the memory Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette How lucky I was And thanks for the memory Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea How cozy it was Now since our breakup, I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me But thanks for the memory Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog even in a fog That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog How rainy it was Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud How brainy he was Gone are those evenings on Broadway Together we'd go to a great show But now I begin with the Late Show And wish that you were watching too I know it's a fallacy That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die And thank you so much
Thanks for the memory Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet Our wondrous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette How lucky I was And thanks for the memory Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki We had a pad in London, but we didn't stop for tea How cozy it was Now since our breakup, I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me But thanks for the memory Of every touch and thrill; I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot; you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog even in a fog That barbecue in Malibu away from all the smog How rainy it was Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed Tonight, the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud How brainy he was Gone are those evenings on Broadway Together we'd go to a great show But now I begin with the Late Show And wish that you were watching too I know it's a fallacy That grown men never cry; baby, that's a lie We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die And thank you so much
