You Go To My Head

You go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain, and i find you spinning round 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 a kicker in a julep or two the thrill of the thoughts that you might give a thought to my pleas casts a spell over me still i say to myself "get a hold 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 juleps you intoxicate my soul with my 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, you go to my head