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
dancer a telephone that rang but who's to answer? oh,how the ghost of you clings these foolish things remind me of you! these foolish things remind me
who walk like dreamers Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you How strange, how sweet, to find you still These things are
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
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
who's to answer How the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you How strange, how sweet, to find you still Oh these things are dear
Love, love, love makes me do foolish things Sit alone by the phone, a phone that never rings Hoping to hear you say, you love me still Knowing you never
foolish things Remind me of you First daffodils And long excited cables And candle lights A little corner table And still my heart has wings These foolish things
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
A cigarette that bears a lipstick traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling
foolish things remind me of you First daffodil and long excited cables And candle lights on little corner tables And still my heart has wings These foolish things
love, love, love makes me do these things Love, love, love, love has made a fool of me Love, love, love makes me do foolish things.
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A
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
walk like dreamers Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you How strange, how sweet, to find you still These things are dear
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