You Go To My Head

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 champagneYou 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 twoThe thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought

To my plea casts a spell over me

Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that it can never be?You go to my head

With smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand July's

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