歌词
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 faded swings
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