Cecilia Dale

You Go To My Head

Cecilia Dale


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 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 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

The thrill 
Of the thought 
That you might 
Give a thought 
To my plea
Cast 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 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
You go 
To my head