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
Win the marks
And make 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
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