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 swing   These foolish things remind me of you      I know that this was bound to be   These things have haunted me   For you, my dear, enchanted me   The winds of March that make my heart a dancer   A telephone that ring, but whose to answer?   Oh, how the ghost of you clings   These foolish things remind me of you      The smile of Garbo   And the scent of roses   The waiters' whistlin' as the last bar closes   The songs that Crosby sings   These foolish things remind me of you      Babe, these things remind me of you