You Go To My Head

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 you

Like the kicker in a julep or two.

The thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought to my plea,

Casts a spell over me

And I say to myself: get a hold of yourself

Don't you know that it never could 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

And 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