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Lyrics: Ella Fitzgerald. These Foolish Things.

Oh, will you never let me be?
Oh, will you never set me free?
The changes that bound us are all around us
There's nothing left that I can see
Those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain

A cigarette that bares 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 stumblin' 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 knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March
That made 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