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 meStill I say to myself

"Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that it never can be, yes"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 eyesThough I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance

In this crazy romanceAnd you go to my head

You go to my head

You go to my head