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
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 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
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