Sarah Vaughan - Thanks For The Memory lyrics
[Sarah Vaughan - Thanks For The Memory lyrics]
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
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