Jamey Aebersold
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
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?
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand July's
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
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- Volume 31: Bossa Novas
- Volume 32: Ballads
- Volume 34: Jam Session
- Volume 100: St. Louis Blues
- Volume 90: Odd Times
- Volume 40: Round Midnight
- Volume 98: Antonio Carlos Jobim
- Volume 59: Invitation
- Volume 79: Avalon
- Volume 97: Standards With Strings
- Volume 70: Killer Joe
- Volume 44: Autumn Leaves
- Volume 65: Four & More
- Volume 39: Swing Swing Swing
- Volume 74: Latin Jazz
- Volume 41: Body and Soul
- Volume 75: Countdown to Giant Steps