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 casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get a hold 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
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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