You Go to My Head

You go to my head, my head, my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, fly, fly

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought

Like a summer with a thousand Julys
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head, my head, my head, to my head
You go to my head, you go to my head

And I say to myself, get a hold of yourself
And I find you spinning 'round and 'round
And I find the very mention of you
'Round and 'round, 'round in my brain
Still I'm certain that this heart of mine
Can't you see that this could never be?
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain

To my plea cast a spell over me
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
And you linger like a haunting refrain
You go to my head
Woo, you go to my head, my head, my head
Like a kicker in a julep or two

Like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew