These Foolish Things

These Foolish Things - Jo Stafford

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 conquered me

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of march that made 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 conquered me

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of march that made 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