you go to my head
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 tulip 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
cant 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
though im certain that this heart of mine
hasnt a ghost of a chance
in this crazy romance
you go to my head, you go to my head