You Go To My Head

You go to my head, 
and you linger like a haunting refrain, 
and I find you spinning round 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 a kicker in a julep or two 
The thrill of the thoughts that you might 
Give a thought to my pleas 
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 juleps 
You intoxicate my soul with my 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