These Foolish Things

These Foolish Things - Dinah Washington

Written by：Eric Maschwitz/Jack Strachey

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 fairground's 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 that 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

Oooh you conquered me when you did that to me

I knew somehow that 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 these foolish things remind me of you