Lyrics:

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks' tracesAn airline ticket to romantic placesAnd still my heart has wingsThese foolish things remind me of youA tinkling piano in the next apartmentThose stumbling words that told you what my heart meantA fairgrounds' painted swingThese foolish things remind me of youI know that this was bound to beThese things have haunted meFor you, my dear, enchanted meThe winds of March that make my heart a dancerA telephone that ring, but whose to answer?Oh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of youThe smile of GarboAnd the scent of rosesThe waiters' whistlin' as the last bar closesThe songs that Crosby singsThese foolish things remind me of youBabe, these things remind me of you