Ella Fitzgerald - You Go To My Head | Текст песни

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• Ella Fitzgerald
• You Go To My Head

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