Não é meu costume aqui, mas... vou postar uma letra de música. Não que isso seja minha obsessão (rs), mas achei divertida, já que é sobre amor de bêbado. E fica perfeita na voz sofrida da inigualável Billie Holiday.
You go to my head
(Haven Gillespie / J. Fred Coots)
You go to my head
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 it never can be?
You go to my head
with a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julies
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
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