作词 : Coots, J. Fred 作曲 : Gillespie, Haven Michael Feinstein - you go to my head
You go to my head and you linger Like a haunting 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 Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head with a 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
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, you go to my head
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作词 : Coots, J. Fred 作曲 : Gillespie, Haven Michael Feinstein - you go to my head
You go to my head and you linger Like a haunting 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 Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be?
You go to my head with a 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
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, you go to my head
