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 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

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 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

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