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 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

Cast your spell over me,

Still I say to my self, "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 Julys

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

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like the summer with a thousand Julys

Yeah, 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.

A drink you up like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head.

Like the kicker in a julep or two.

Mmm, I find the very mention of you.

Yeah you go to my head.

You go to my head baby.

You go to my head.