Song | You Go to My Head |
Artist | Etta James |
Album | Heart Of A Woman |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Coots, Gillespie | |
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 this never can be | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July's | |
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 | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July's | |
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, you go to my head |
zuo ci : Coots, Gillespie | |
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 this never can be | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July' s | |
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 | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July' s | |
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, you go to my head |
zuò cí : Coots, Gillespie | |
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 this never can be | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July' s | |
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 | |
You go to my head | |
With a smile that makes my temperature rise | |
Like a summer with a thousand July' s | |
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, you go to my head |