[ilingku:115] [ver:v1.0] [ti:These Foolish Things] [ar:Russel Garcia] [al:Essential Jazz Masters] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.000]These Foolish Things - Russel Garcia/Frank Rosolino/Tommy Pederson/Maynard Ferguson [00:12.346]Gardenia perfume [00:13.736]Lingering on a pillow [00:17.856]Wild strawberries [00:18.966]Only seven francs a kilo [00:23.155]And still my heart has wings [00:27.645]These foolish things [00:30.185]Remind me of you [00:34.705]A tinkling piano in the next apartment [00:40.195]Those stumbling words that told you [00:42.945]What my heart meant [00:45.405]A fairground's painted swings [00:49.495]These foolish things remind me of you [00:56.554]You came you saw you conquered me [01:07.384]When you did that to me [01:12.634]I knew somehow this had to be [01:18.164]The winds of March that make my heart a dancer [01:23.604]A telephone that rings but who's to answer [01:28.644]Oh how the ghost of you clings [01:32.724]These foolish things remind me of you [02:20.524]You came you saw you conquered me [02:29.894]When you did that to me [02:35.033]I knew somehow this had to be [02:39.993]The winds of March that make my heart a dancer [02:46.162]A telephone that rings but who's to answer [02:50.882]Oh how the ghost of you clings [02:54.832]These foolish things remind me of you
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These Foolish Things - Russel Garcia/Frank Rosolino/Tommy Pederson/Maynard Ferguson Gardenia perfume Lingering on a pillow Wild strawberries Only seven francs a kilo 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 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 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