These Foolish Things - James Brown, New York Studio Orchestra

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 swing

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 makes my heart a dancer

A telephone rings

No doggone one to answer

The ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

I’m hurt, I’m hurt

You came, you saw

You conquered me, baby

When you did that to me

I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March that

Makes my heart a dancer

A telephone rings

No doggone one to answer

Oh, how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

Baby, sing it

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

Tell me, show and tell

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

Show and tell, baby

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

Hey, hey, hey

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

My baby

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

I miss your lips

(These foolish things

Remind of me of you)

Foxy, foxy…