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