You Go To My Head - Live In Los Angeles, 1954

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 a hold of yourself
 Can't you see, that this can never be?
 But you go to my head
 With a smile that makes my temperature rise
 Like a summer with a thousand Julies
 You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
 Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
 Yet, 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
 Oh, 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
 Oh, 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 can never be?
 Yes, you go to my head
 With a smile that makes my temperature rise
 Like a summer with a thousand Julies
 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
 Oh, you go to my head
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 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 this can never be?
 You go to my head
 With a smile that makes my temperature rise
 Like a summer with a thousand Julies
 You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
 Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
 You go to my head
 You go to my head!
 You go to my head!