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 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 tulip 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 ahold of yourself, can't you see?
It can never be me

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 eyеs

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chancе in this crazy romance
You go to my head