Of things I can’t forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond’rous 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 a 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 wond’rous 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 a 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 Explain Request ×
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