YOU GO TO MY HEAD

You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning 'round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You got 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 thought That you might give a thought to my plea 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 July's 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, ooh You go to my head, ooh You go to my head You go to my head