Lyrics:

Jack Strachey / Harry Link / Holt Marvell / Eric MaschwitzA cigarette that bares a lipstick's tracesAn airline ticket to romantic placesStill my heart has wingsThese foolish things remind me of you.A tinkling piano in the next apartmentThose stumblin'wordsThat told you what my heart meantA fair ground painted swingsThese foolish things remind me of you.You came, you saw, you conquered meWhen you did that to meI knew somehow this had to beThe winds of march that made my heart a dancerA telephone that rings but who's to answerOh, how the ghost of you clingsThese foolish things remind me of you

Billie Holiday These Foolish Things