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 knew somehow, 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.
(whistling)
The winds of March, that make my heart a dancer
The telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things, remind me of you.
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 knew somehow, 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.
(whistling)
The winds of March, that make my heart a dancer
The telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things, remind me of you.