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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Is like the kicker in a julep or two
Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
But then I say to myself
Ah, get hold to yourself, can't you see
It could never be
You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
It's like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
But then I say to myself
Ah, get hold to yourself, can't you see
It could never be
You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
It's like a summer with a thousand Julys
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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- Miscellaneous
- The Chess Years
- Motive Series
- Rock It
- Chuck Berry
- Bio
- San Francisco Dues
- Back Home
- Concerto In B Goode
- From St. Louie To Frisco
- Chuck Berry In Memphis
- Chuck Berry Is On Top
- One Dozen Berrys
- The Chess Box
- Chuck Berry In London
- Non-Album Releases
- Sweet Little Sixteen - (Digitally Re-Mastered 2010)
- Lo Mejor De Chuck Berry
- Have Mercy - His Complete Chess Recordings 1969 - 1974
- The Best Of Chuck Berry - Green Series