paroles de chanson You Go to My Head - Dianne Reeves

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
It's like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
Though I say to myself
Get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that this never will be you?
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
You go to my head
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
Though I say to myself
Get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never will 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
You go to my head