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Thanks for the memory |
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Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes |
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Motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes |
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How lovely it was |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine |
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The Parthenon, and moments on the Hudson River line |
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How lovely it was |
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Many's the time that we feasted |
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And many's the time that we fasted |
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Oh well, it was swell while it lasted |
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We did have fun, and no harm done |
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So thanks for the memory |
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Of crap games on the floor, nights in Singapore |
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You might have been a headache, but you never were a bore |
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I thank you so much |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of China's funny walls, transatlantic calls |
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That weekend at Niagara when we hardly saw the falls |
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How lovely that was |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of lunch from twelve to four, sunburn at the shore |
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That pair of gay pajamas that you bought and never wore |
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Say, by the way, what did happen to those pajamas? |
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Letters with sweet little secrets |
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That couldn't be put in a day wire |
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Too bad it all had to go haywire |
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That's life, I guess, I love your dress |
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Do you? Thanks for the memory |
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Of faults that you forgave, rainbows on a wave |
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And stockings in the basin when a fellow needs a shave |
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I thank you so much |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of Gardens at Versailles, and beef and kidney pie |
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The night you worked and then came home with lipstick on your tie |
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How lovely that was |
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Thanks for the memory |
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Of lingerie with lace, and Pilsner by the case |
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And how I jumped the day you trumped my one and only ace |
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How lovely that was |
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We said goodbye with a highball |
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And I got as high as a steeple |
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But we were intelligent people |
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No tears, no fuss, hooray for us |
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Strictly entre nous, darling, how are you? |
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And how are all those little dreams that never did come true? |
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Awfully glad I met you, cheerio, tootle-oo |
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Thank you, thank you |
