These Foolish Things (Live) - James Brown

Written by：Holt Marvell/Jack Strachey

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

And 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

And all the ghost of you clings

These foolish things

Remind me of you

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

I want you baby

'Cause you got the phone

I need your love

So then I

I'm love someone

You know I did

I did did

And I