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
 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
 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