Текст песни You Go to My Head - Oscar Peterson
                                                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, 
                                                cast 
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                my 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                            1 You Go to My Head
2 You Go To My Head
3 There's a Small Hotel
4 There's A Small Hotel
5 These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)
6 These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You)
7 Blue Moon
8 They Can't Take That Away from Me
9 They Can't Take That Away From Me
10 You Turned the Tables On Me
11 You Turned The Tables On Me
12 I Can't Get Started
13 I Can't Get Started
14 East of the Sun (And West of the Moon)
15 East Of The Sun (And West Of The Moon)
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