You Go To My Head
You go to my headAnd you linger like a haunting refrainAnd I find you spinning round in my brainLike the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my headLike a sip of sparkling burgundy brewAnd I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thoughtThat you might give a thought to my plea,Cast a spell over meStill I say to myself, "Get a hold of yourselfCan't you see that it never can be?"
You go to my headWith a smile that makes my temperature riseLike a summer with a thousand JulysYou intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romanceYou go to my headYou go to my head