Ella Fitzgerald《These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)》歌词
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作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell 作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell Lyrics：Holt Marvell Music：Jack Strachey/Harry Link 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, 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 |
作词 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell 作曲 : Jack Strachey/Holt Marvell Lyrics：Holt Marvell Music：Jack Strachey/Harry Link 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, 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 |