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 julep or two.
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Cast your spell over me,
Still I say to my self, "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 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
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like the summer with a thousand Julys
Yeah, 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.
A drink you up like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head.
Like the kicker in a julep or two.
Mmm, I find the very mention of you.
Yeah you go to my head.
You go to my head baby.
You go to my head.