Torta de cumpleaños rara...
Torta rara, de cumpleaños
Cumpleaños con torta rara
Rareza de un cumpleaños, aún sin torta
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No quiero torta... solo besos... y no llega ni la una ni lo otro...
mi auto regalo para mi ( y si... ) una canción hermosa de escuchar, más mejor de sentir... y erizante de cantar... como me tocó hacer todo eso... hoy me toca escucharla de nuevo, cantarla de nuevo y regalarla aunque se suponga... por alguien... que el día del cumpleaños de uno, los regalos vienen de otros...
y yo no creo en eso...
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You go to my head ( y sí... va con segunda ! )
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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 of sparkling Burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to myplea
Cast 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 JulysYou 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 headThe thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to myplea
Cast 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 Julys
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
