文本歌词

These Foolish Things - Jeanne Newhall
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
You came you saw you conquer'd me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
The winds of march that 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
You came you saw you conquer'd me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be
Has to see
The winds of march that 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 remind me of you