You go 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 julip or two.
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my please
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 temp'rature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my eyes.
Tho' 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.
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