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