These Foolosh Things - Frank Sinatra

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

A fairgrounds 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 make 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

The smile of turner and the scent of roses

The waiters whistling as the last bar closes

The song that crosby sings

These foolish things remind me of you