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Rod Stewart - These foolish things

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 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,

And 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

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

How strange,

How sweet,

To find you still

These things are dear to me

They seem to bring you so near to 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

Remind me of you

Remind me of you