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 mentions of you
like a 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
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 july's
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
