Introduction

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” is a musical masterpiece that transcends generations. This unforgettable song features a remarkable collaboration between two musical icons, Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga. Released in 2014, this rendition of the classic tune has been capturing hearts and igniting the passion of music lovers around the world. In this article, we’ll delve into the fascinating journey of this song, explore the extraordinary artists behind it, and uncover some intriguing facts in our ‘Did You Know?’ section.Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga glow as they sing 'I've Got You Under My Skin' –  Madly Odd!

Did You Know?

  • The Original Composition: “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” was originally written by the legendary composer and lyricist Cole Porter in 1936. It has since become a timeless classic, covered by numerous artists.
  • The Magical Collaboration: The rendition by Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga is part of their collaborative album, “Cheek to Cheek,” released in 2014. This album, featuring a collection of jazz and vocal standards, received critical acclaim and showcased the incredible synergy between the two artists.
  • A Match Made in Musical Heaven: Tony Bennett, known for his rich, velvety voice, and Lady Gaga, celebrated for her powerhouse vocals, may seem like an unexpected pair, but their shared passion for music and their genuine chemistry shine through in this song.
  • Awards and Recognition: “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” by Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga received Grammy Awards, including the Grammy Award for Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album, further solidifying its place in music history.
  • A Timeless Classic: Despite the years since its original composition, the song’s enduring appeal continues to captivate audiences, making it a staple in the world of jazz and pop music.

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Lyrics: I’ve Got You Under My Skin

[Verse 1: Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga, Both]
I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me
You’re so deep in my heart, you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you, yes, I do, under my skin

[Verse 2: Lady Gaga, Tony Bennett, Both]
I’ve tried so not to give in
I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist? When all that I know so well

I’ve got you under my skin

[Bridge: Lady Gaga]
I’d sacrifice anything, come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats and repeats in my ear

[Verse 3: Tony Bennett, Tony Bennett & Lady Gaga]
“Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality”
But each time I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin

[Verse 4: Tony Bennett, Lady Gaga, Both]
“Don’t you know, little fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time that I do, just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin
And I’ll love you like a tattoo under my skin, under my skin
Yes, I’ve got you under my skin

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