You go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain, and I find you spinning round 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 a kicker in a julep or two The thrill of the thoughts that you might Give a thought to my pleas 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 Like a summer with a thousand juleps You intoxicate my soul with my 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
