You Go to My Head - Take 1

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 ahold 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
 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