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

till I say to myself

get ahold 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.