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THESE FOOLISH THINGS
Teddy Wilson with Billie Holiday
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
A fairgrounds painted swings,
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I knew somehow
It had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the thought of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
Teddy Wilson with Billie Holiday
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
A fairgrounds painted swings,
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me, I knew somehow
It had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the thought of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
