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
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 Julys
You intoxicate my soul
with your eyes
Still 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
You go to my head
my head my head
And you linger like a
haunting refrain
And I find you spinning
round in round
round in round
round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a
glass of champagne
You go to my head
my head my head
to my head
You go to my head
You go You go to my head