A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin'words That told you what my heart meant A fair ground painted swings These foolish things remind me of you. You came, you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be Win the marks And make my heart a dancer A telephone that rings But who's to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you The first daffodil and long excited cables, And candle lights on little corner tables, And still my heart has wings... These foolish things remind me of you. The park at evening when the bell has sounded, The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it, The beauty that is spring's... These foolish things remind me of you. How strange, how sweetTo find you still, These things are dear to me, They seem to bring you near to me. The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations. Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you... These foolish things remind me of you.
A cigarette that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin'words That told you what my heart meant A fair ground painted swings These foolish things remind me of you. You came, you saw, you conquered me When you did that to me I knew somehow this had to be Win the marks And make my heart a dancer A telephone that rings But who's to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you The first daffodil and long excited cables, And candle lights on little corner tables, And still my heart has wings... These foolish things remind me of you. The park at evening when the bell has sounded, The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it, The beauty that is spring's... These foolish things remind me of you. How strange, how sweetTo find you still, These things are dear to me, They seem to bring you near to me. The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations, Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations. Oh, how the ghost of you clings! These foolish things remind me of you... These foolish things remind me of you.
