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