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