You Go To My Head (feat. Clifford Brown) [Live In Los Angeles, 1954]

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 Still I say to myself, get a hold of yourself Can't you see, that this can never be? But 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 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance Yet, you go to my head 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 Oh, 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 Oh, 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 a hold of yourself Can't you see, that it can never be? Yes, 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 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance Oh, you go to my head 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 a hold of yourself Can't you see, that this can never 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 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance You go to my head You go to my head! You go to my head!