Текст песни
get a hold of yourself
You go to my head, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
You go to my head, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
The thrill of the thought, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
and i find the very mention of you
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself Krall, can t you see that it can never be
With smile that makes my temperature rise, tho i m certain that this heart of mine, and you linger like a haunting refrain
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
like a summer with a thousand julys
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, and i find the very mention of you
The thrill of the thought, and you linger like a haunting refrain, the thrill of the thought
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head Go, like a summer with a thousand julys
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, you go to my head
the thrill of the thought
you go to my head
You go to my head, tho i m certain that this heart of mine, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
Can t you see that it can never be, you go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain
and you linger like a haunting refrain
you go to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
With smile that makes my temperature rise, like a summer with a thousand julys, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, can t you see that it can never be Head, like the kicker in a julep or two
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head
And i find the very mention of you, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
you go to my head
The thrill of the thought, with smile that makes my temperature rise, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
like a summer with a thousand julys
Like the kicker in a julep or two, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, the thrill of the thought You, you go to my head
you go to my head
Get a hold of yourself, you go to my head To, that you might give a thought
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, like the kicker in a julep or two
you go to my head
that you might give a thought
You go to my head, you go to my head
You go to my head, like the kicker in a julep or two My, you go to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
Like the kicker in a julep or two, you go to my head
The thrill of the thought, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes Go, get a hold of yourself
You go to my head, can t you see that it can never be, can t you see that it can never be
That you might give a thought, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes, you go to my head
You go to my head, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne To, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
And i find the very mention of you, tho i m certain that this heart of mine, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Can t you see that it can never be, and i find you spinning round in my brain, you go to my head