You go to my head Songtext
von Diana Krall
You go to my head Songtext
You go to my head
And you linger like a hauntin′ refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I′m certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
You go to my head
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I′m certain that this heart of mine
Hasn′t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
And you linger like a hauntin′ refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I′m certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
You go to my head
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I′m certain that this heart of mine
Hasn′t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
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