| Song | You Go To My Head Oscar Peterson |
| Artist | Louis Armstrong |
| Album | Louis for Lovers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : J. Fred Coots & Haven Gillespie | |
| You go to my head | |
| And you linger like a haunting refrain | |
| And I find you spin'n round in my brain | |
| Like a bubble in a glass of champagne | |
| You go to my head | |
| Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew | |
| And I find the very mention of you | |
| Like the kicker in a julep or two | |
| Oh 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 | |
| Yes | |
| mmm 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... | |
| You go....to....my....head..... |
| zuo qu : J. Fred Coots Haven Gillespie | |
| You go to my head | |
| And you linger like a haunting refrain | |
| And I find you spin' n round in my brain | |
| Like a bubble in a glass of champagne | |
| You go to my head | |
| Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew | |
| And I find the very mention of you | |
| Like the kicker in a julep or two | |
| Oh 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 | |
| Yes | |
| mmm 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... | |
| You go.... to.... my.... head..... |
| zuò qǔ : J. Fred Coots Haven Gillespie | |
| You go to my head | |
| And you linger like a haunting refrain | |
| And I find you spin' n round in my brain | |
| Like a bubble in a glass of champagne | |
| You go to my head | |
| Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew | |
| And I find the very mention of you | |
| Like the kicker in a julep or two | |
| Oh 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 | |
| Yes | |
| mmm 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... | |
| You go.... to.... my.... head..... |