Oh, will you never let me be?   Oh, will you never set me free?   The ties that bound us are still around us   There's no escape that I can see      And still those little things remain   That bring me happiness or pain   A cigarette that bears a lipstick's 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 fairground's painted swings   These foolish things remind me of you      You came, you saw, you conquered me   When you did that to me   I somehow knew that this 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 ghost of you clings   These foolish things remind me of you      Gardenia perfume lingering on a pillow   Wild strawberies only seven francs a kilo   And still my heart has wings   These foolish things remind me of you      I know that this was bound to be   These things have haunted me   For you've entirely enchanted me      The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations   Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations   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 whistling as the last bar closes   The song that Crosby sings   These foolish things remind me of you      How strange, how sweet to find you still   These things are dear to me   That seem to bring you so near to me      The scent of smouldering leaves, the wail of steamers   Two lovers on the street who walk like dreamers   Oh, how the ghost of you clings   These foolish things remind me of you, just you