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