E7)You Ago to my C#mi, Dmi7head,
And you lG7inger like a hFaunting refD6rain,
And I E7find you spiA7nning 'rFound in my braAm6, E7in
Like the A7/9-bubbles in a glaDss of champagD6, Emi7, A9ne.
(E7)You gAo to my C#mi, Dmi7head
Like a sG7ip of sparkling BFurgundy brD6ew,
And I fE7ind the A7very mFention of yAm6, E7ou
Like the kA7/9-icker in a JuD, Emi7, A7lip or two.
(Bridge:)
The tD6hrill of the thought that you miG#7ght give a thought
To my plA6ea casts a A6/9spell over me;
Still, I Gdimisay to mysG#7elf, "Get aC#mi7 hold of yourC#6self,
Can't you Esmaj7see that it G#7never can C#be?"
E7You Ago to my hC#mi, Dmi7ead
With a sG7mile that makes my tFemp'rature rD6ise,
E7Like a A7summer with a tFhousand JAm6, B7uly's,
You inE7/9-toxicate my soAul with your eyes. Emi7, A7
(Coda:)
Though I'm cBm7/5-ertain that this hE7eart of mDm6ine
AHasn't a gC#mihost of a F#michance in this cArazy roCdimimance, E7, Edimi
Bm7/5- You gE7o to my heAad, Dm6, E7 you E7/5+go to my heaA, Fmaj7, E, E7/5-, E6d.
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