Writer(s): J. Strachey / H. Link / H. Marvell
A cigarette that bears her lipstick 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 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.
The smile of Turner* and the scent of roses,
The waiters whistling as the last bar closes,
The song that Crosby* sings, these foolish things remind me of you
Note: “Turner” refers not to Ted but to Lana Turner, a big movie star at the time of this recording; “Crosby” of course refers to Bing.