You Go To My Head

You go to my head

And you linger like a hauntin' refrain

And I find you spinnin' 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

But I say it 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 Julys

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

And 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