Letra de Thanks for the memories de Frank Sinatra
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Letra de THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES de FRANK SINATRA.
( Frank Sinatra )
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
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
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