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 burgandy 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
 Cast a spell over me
 Still I say to myself
 "Get a hold of yourself
 Can't you see that this 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
 With this crazy romance
 You go to my head
 The thrill of the thought
 That you might give a thought
 To my plea
 Cast a spell over me
 Still I say to myself
 "Get a hold of yourself
 Can't you see that this 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
 With this crazy romance
 You go to my head