You Go To My Head

You go to my head

And you linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spin'n round in my brain

Like a bubble in a glass of champagne

You go to my head

Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew

And I find the very mention of you

Like the kicker in a julep or two

Oh the thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought

To my plea

Cast a spell over me

Still I say to myself

Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that it never can be

Yes

mmm 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...

You go to my head...

You go... to... my... head...