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 You go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy blrew and I find the very mention of you like the kicker in a tulip 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 it never can be You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise just 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 You go to my head