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