You Go to My Head

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 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 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,
You go to my head:
You go to my head.