You Go To My Head (4:01)

You go to my head
and you linger like a haunting refrain.
And I find you spinning ‘round in my brain,
like the bubbles from 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 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.