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. . You go to my head like a sip.
In the evening when the kettle's on for tea. An old familiar feeling settles over me. And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there. . In the garden when I stop to touch a rose.
Now you may be sweet little woman. As the apple on a tree. Don't want no woman to lay up. And depend on me. . You got to help me some. Yes, you've got to help me some.
You give your hand to me. Then you say hello. I can hardly speak. My heart is beating so. And anyone can tell. You think you know me well. Well you don't know me.
There's a few things I haven't told you. And before you hear them from someone else. To clear up misconceptions, I'd rather tell you myself. . There was a time I rode a roller coaster from Coney Island to Key West.
You're a butterfly. and I'm the flower that you rested on. You were bathing in the sun. and I was swaying you around. . Softly carried your throught winds.
You made me love you. I didn't wanna do it. I didn't wanna do it. You made me want you. And all the time you knew it. I guess you always knew it. You made me happy sometimes.
Yesterday, I lost the best friend I ever had. Yesterday, I lost the best friend I ever had. Yeah, she's gone and left me that makes me feel so blue. .
I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head. There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know. You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed.