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Bob Hope & Shirley Ross Lyrics

Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse, Nothing in my purse, And chuckles
Thank you for reminding me of the nostalgic memories that I hold dear, evoking sentimental emotions through beautiful poetry, at a time when I had nothing in my possession but good humor and laughter

When the preacher said For better or for worse, How lovely it was.
Recalling the time when we exchanged marriage vows, promising to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, as we made a solemn oath before the preacher. Such a beautiful moment 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.
I am grateful for the memories you have brought back to me - of listening to Schubert's Serenade while admiring the little jade trinkets we possessed, even as we sat in traffic jams or tackled difficult anagrams. And how could I forget the bills that caught up with us, but did not dampen our spirits?

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.
We were a couple who could enjoy life with a lighthearted attitude, but it was a small misunderstanding that drove us apart. I sometimes wonder if we acted rightly, though I do not dwell on it. However, I have to say that I still love how beautiful you look in that 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.
Thank you for all the memories of times when you showed me grace by forgiving my faults, and when we enjoyed simple joys such as gazing at rainbows on ocean waves, or when I had to shave with stockings as I ran out of razors. I am thankful for every one of those moments.

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 taking me back to the time when we traveled together to experience diverse cultures, marveling at the sounds of temple bells, cheering with college yells, sipping on Cuban rum, and enjoying plush towels in grand hotels - fond memories that warm my heart.

Thanks for the memory Of cushions on the floor, Hash with Dinty Moore, That pair of gay pajamas That you bought And never wore.
Thank you for the recollections of times when we spent quixotic moments, sitting on cushions on our floor for our meals, and enjoying Dinty Moore hash, alongside the queer pajamas that you purchased but could not bring yourself to wear.

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.
We parted ways, bidding farewell over a highball drink, and I could not help soaring, feeling high as a steeple. But I realized that we were intelligent enough to be pragmatic and not allow sentiments to take control. Hence, no tears, no fuss, but a hooray for us.

Strictly entre nous, Darling, how are you? And how are all Those little dreams That never did come true?
Strictly among ourselves, my love, I wanted to ask how you are doing, and how those little aspirations that never materialized are treating you?

Awfully glad I met you, Cheerio and toodle-oo Thank you, Thank you so much.
I am truly thrilled that I met you, and although we may be parting ways for now, I bid you farewell wishing you all the best. Thank you, thank you so much.