Karaoké Thanks for the Memory Frank Sinatra

Thanks for the memory of things I can't forget journeys on a jet

Our wonderous 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