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
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
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