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