Thanks for the Memory

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,
 Of rainbows on a wave,
 And stockings in the basin
 When a fellow needs a shave,
 Thank you so much.
 Thanks for the memory
 Of tinkling temple bells,
 Alma mater yells
 And Cuban rum
 And towels from
 The very best hotels,
 Oh how lovely it was.
 Thanks for the memory
 Of cushions on the floor,
 Hash with Dinty Moore,
 That pair of gay pajamas
 That you bought
 And never wore.
 We said goodbye with a highball,
 Then I got as high as a steeple,
 But we were intelligent people,
 No tears, no fuss,
 Hooray for us.
 Strictly entire nous,
 Darling, how are you?
 And how are all
 Those little dreams
 That never did come true?
 Awfully glad I met you,
 Cheerio and toodle-oo
 Thank you,
 Thank you so much.