thanks for the memory
of sentimental verse
nothing in my purse
and chuckles when the preacher said,
"for better or for worse"
how lovely it was
 
thanks for the memory
of Schubert's serenade
little things of jade
and traffic jams and anagrams
and bills we never paid
how lovely it was
 
we, who could laugh over big things,
were parted by only a slight thing
i wonder if we did the right thing?
oh well, that's life, i guess
i love your dress
 
thanks for the memory
of faults that you forgave
rainbows on a wave
and stockings in the basin
when a fella needs a shave
thank you so much
 
thanks for the memory
of tinkling temple bells
alma mater yells
and [bad word]  and towels from
the very best hotels
how lovely it was
 
thanks for the memory
of cushions on the floor
hash with Dinty Moore
that pair of [bad word] pajamas 
that you bought and never wore
 
we said goobye with a highball
then i got as high as a steeple
but we were intelligent people
no tears, no fuss
hooray for us
 
strictly "entre-nous"
darling, how are you?
and how are all those little dreams
that never [bad word] [bad word] 
i'm awfully glad i met you
cheerio and toodle-oo
and thank you so much