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