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
casts a spell over me
But 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 Julies
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Well, I'm certain that this heart of mine
hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
|: You go to my head :|