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 mentions of you
Like a 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 Still I say to myself
Get ahold 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 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