Jack Strachey / Harry Link / Holt Marvell / Eric Maschwitz
A cigarette that bares a lipstick's 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 stumblin'words 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 who's to answer Oh, how the ghost of you clings These foolish things remind me of you