Lyrics:

Haven Gillespie J. Fred Coots

you Go To My Head
you Linger Like A Haunting Refrain
and I Find You Spinning Round
in My Brain
like The Bubbles In A Glass Of Champagne
you Go To My Head
like A Sip Of Sparkling Burgundy Brew
and I Find The Very Mention Of You
like The Kicker In A Julep Or Two
the Thrill Of The Thought
that You Might Give A Thought
to My Plea, Casts A Spell Over Me
still I Say To Myself
get Ahold Of Yourself
can't You See That It Never Can Be
you Go To My Head With A Smile
that Makes My Temperature Rise
like A Summer With A Thousand Julys
you Intoxicate My Soul With Your Eyes
though I'm Certain That This Heart Of Mine
hasn't A Ghost Of A Chance
in This Crazy Romance
you Go To My Head, You Go To My Head

though I'm Certain That This Heart Of Mine
hasn't A Ghost Of A Chance
in This Crazy Romance
you Go To My Head, You Go To My Head