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