Rod Stewart - These foolish things

^F#6A cigare^Ebm7tte that bears a li^Abm9pstick´s tr^Db7aces, ^F#6An airline ^Ebm7ticket to ro^Ab9mantic p^Db7laces, ^F#9And still my ^F#7+5heart has ^B6wings -- ^Eb7These foolish t^Ab7hings rem^Db7ind me of ^Abm7you. ^Db7

^F#6A tinkli^Ebm7ng piano in the nex^Abm9t apartment^Db7, ^F#6Those stumblin´ ^Ebm7words that told you ^Ab9what my heart ^Db7meant, A ^F#9fairground´s^F#7+5 faded swi^B6ngs -- ^Eb7These foolish t^Ab7hings rem^Db7ind me of ^Abm7you. ^{Db7 F7}

^Bbm7You came,^Ebm6 you s^F9aw, ^Bbm you conquered ^Bbm7me; ^DbWhen y^Bbm7ou did t^Ebm7hat to me^Ab9, I k^Db7new someh^Edimow this h^Abm7ad to b^Db7e.

^F#6The winds of M^Ebm7arch that make my ^Abm9heart a d^Db7ancer, ^F#6A telephone that ^Ebm7rings but ^Ab9who´s to a^Db7nswer? Oh^F#9, how the gh^F#7+5ost of you ^Bmaj7clings -- T^Eb7hese foolish ^Ab7things rem^Db7ind me of ^Fyou. ^{Edim Abm7 Db7}

^Bbm7How strange, ^Ebm6 how sw^F9eet,^Bbm to find you s^Bbm7till! ^DbThese ^Bbm7things are d^Ebm7ear to ^Ab9me; They s^Db7eem to br^Ediming you n^Abm7ear to ^Db7me.

^F#6The sigh of mi^Ebm7dnight trains in^Abm9 empty ^Db7stations ^F#6Silk stockings thrown a^Ebm7side, dance^Ab9 in-vi-ta-^Db7tions ^F#9Oh, how the ^F#7+5ghost of you ^Bmaj7clings -- ^Eb7These foolish t^Ab7hings r^Db7emind me of ^Fyou. ^{B F#}