As I do every third Sunday Evening…
A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces…
Recorded on 15 June 1936.
A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
A fairground’s painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you
You came, you saw
You conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow 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…
