From the revue “Harlem Hotcha”, 1932 Words by Andy Razaf Music by James P. Johnson
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Lyrics
Cupid’s knocked upon my door
My heart’s no longer free
And now I’m feeling just like a dove
Never felt this way before
It’s plain as A. B. C.
Just why I’m dizzy constantly
It’s just a case of love
Chorus
There goes my headache
Sweetest girl in town
There goes my headache
How she brings me down
My pulse increases
Just to see her walk
I go to pieces
When I hear her talk
She could lead me to the alter
And I mean that’s goin’ some
And she wouldn’t need a halter
Got me wrapped around her thumb
She’s been my headache
From the very start
I’ll have a headache
‘Till I win her heart
Performance
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