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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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