Pinwheel of Death

Cheryl Bentyne


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Writers J. Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie

Genres Standard, Ballad, Jazz

Recorded 2006

Lyrics YOU GO TO MY HEAD
AND YOU LINGER
LIKE A HAUNTING REFRAIN,
AND I FIND YOU SPINNING
AROUND 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 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,
YOU GO TO MY HEAD,
YOU GO TO MY HEAD.