|
You go to my head |
|
And you linger like a haunting refrain |
|
And I find you spin'n round in my brain |
|
Like a bubble in a glass of champagne |
|
You go to my head |
|
Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew |
|
And I find the very mention of you |
|
Like the kicker in a julep or two |
|
Oh the thrill of the thought |
|
That you might give a thought |
|
To my plea |
|
Cast a spell over me |
|
Still I say to myself |
|
Get a hold of yourself |
|
Can't you see that it never can be |
|
Yes |
|
mmm 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 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..... |
