These Foolish Things — Billie Holiday

Jack strachey / harry link / holt marvell / eric maschwitz

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