Besedila: Tori Amos. You Go To My Head.

Sweet love, hello, make a slave of me. I should have more control.
Little dove, hello, you take full advantage of my open window.
When the cold of the night has washed away.
All I want is to wake in your arms.
And I know that I shouldn't let you stay.
Ay, but I'm a lush for your love.

You... go to my head. You... go to my head... You... go to my head.
And you know I can never say no, to you and your friend.

You call, oh, no, (you know you want him).
Boy your heart swings in the wind from rose to rose.
Honeybee, go home (please stay).
To that warm nest you left minutes ago.
Yes, I understand you give your time.
Can't you see I've given my heart.
All that light in your eyes is from the wine babe.
I'm such a lush for your love.


You... go to my head. You... go to my head... You... go to my head.
And you know I can never say no, to you and your friend.


Hey, I'm a lush baby for your love.
You... go to my head, c'mon.
You... go to my head... You... go to my head.
And you know I can never, never, never say no.


You-you go to my head. You... go to my head... You... go to my head, head.
And you go there, got to go there, baby.
When you go there, I don't hear the cold, washed away.
Cold of the night, washed away,
Cold of the night, washed away... yeah.