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 whisky 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
Tho' I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head
