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You go to my head |
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and you linger like a haunting refrain |
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and I find you spinning 'round in my brain |
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like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. |
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You go to my head |
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like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew |
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and I find the very mention of you |
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like the kicker in a julep or two. |
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The thrill of the thought |
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that you might give a thought to my plea |
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casts a spell over me |
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till I say to myself |
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get ahold of yourself! |
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Can't you see that it never can be? |
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You go to my head |
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with a smile that makes my temperature rise |
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like a summer with a thousand Julys. |
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You intoxicate my soul with your eyes. |
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Though I'm certain that this heart of mine |
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hasn't a ghost of a chance |
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in this crazy romance, |
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you go to my head. |
