|
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' traces |
|
An airline ticket to romantic places |
|
And still my heart has wings |
|
These foolish things remind me of you |
|
A tinkling piano in the next apartment |
|
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant |
|
A fairgrounds' painted swing |
|
These foolish things remind me of you |
|
I know that this was bound to be |
|
These things have haunted me |
|
For you, my dear, enchanted me |
|
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer |
|
A telephone that ring, but whose to answer? |
|
Oh, how the ghost of you clings |
|
These foolish things remind me of you |
|
The smile of Garbo |
|
And the scent of roses |
|
The waiters' whistlin' as the last bar closes |
|
The songs that Crosby sings |
|
These foolish things remind me of you |
|
Babe, these things remind me of you |
