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 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."
Oh, you go to my head with a smile
That makes my tempr'ature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance,
You go to my head.
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 tempr'ature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' 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.
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 casts a spell over me.
Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself,
Can't you see that it never can be."
Oh, you go to my head with a smile
That makes my tempr'ature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance,
You go to my head.
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 tempr'ature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
Tho' 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.
Credits
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, J. Fred Coots
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