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 mentions of you Like a 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 july’s 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