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
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 and 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
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