Billie Holiday — These Foolish Things Remind Me of You 06-30-1936

A cigarette that bares a lipsticks traces An airline ticket to romantic places Still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you A tinkling piano in the next apartment Those stumblin' 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 this had to be The winds of March that makes 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