Текст песни Billie Holiday - You Go to My Head
Billie Holiday - You Go to My Head слова песни
Haven gillespie / j. fred cootsYou go to my headYou linger like a haunting refrainAnd I find you spinning roundIn my brainLike the bubbles in a glass of champagneYou go to my headLike a sip of sparkling burgundy brewAnd I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or twoThe thrill of the thoughtThat you might give a thoughtTo my plea, casts a spell over meStill I say to myselfGet ahold of yourselfCant you see that it never can beYou go to my head with a smileThat makes my temperature riseLike a summer with a thousand julysYou intoxicate my soul with your eyesThough Im certain that this heart of mineHasnt a ghost of a chanceIn this crazy romanceYou go to my head, you go to my headThough Im certain that this heart of mineHasnt a ghost of a chanceIn this crazy romanceYou go to my head, you go to my head