And I find you spinning round in my brain
That makes my temperature rise
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
Like a sip of Sparkling Burgundy brew
And I'm certain that this heart of mine
But I say to myself
You go to my head
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Like the kicker in a julep or two
You go to my head
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
To my plea, cast a spell over me
“Get a hold of yourself
In this crazy romance
Can't you see that it never can be”
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head with a smile
And I find the very mention of you
Like a summer with a thousand July's
