The way you wear your hat.
The way you sip your tea.
The memory of all that -
No, no - they can't take that away from me.
The way your smile just beams.
The way you sing off-key.
The way you haunt my dreams.
No, no - they can't take that away from me.
We may never, never meet again
On that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always,
Always keep the memory of...
The way you hold your knife (do-do-do-do do-do).
The way we danced until three.
The way you've changed my life.
No, no - they can't take that away from me.
No, they can't take that away from me.
Sure they can, and do. Memories are troublesome, degradable and upgradable.
ReplyDeleteThought this was a psych blog.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sISWPzEqHLQ&feature=kp
Satchmo trumps all though.
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