You Go To My Head And 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 cast A Spell Over Me still I Say To Myself Get A Hold Of Yourself cant 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 Julies you Intoxicate My Soul With Your Eyes though Im Certain That This Heart Of Mine hasnāt A Ghost Of A Chance In This Crazy Romance you Go To My Head you Go To My Head