These Foolish Thing - Sbillie Holiday
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 stumblinwords
That told you what my heart meant
A fair ground 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 made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but whos to answer
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you