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You go to my head and you hunting with .
And I got you spinnin round in my brain,
Like the bubbles in the glass of Champaign,
You go to my head like a .sparkle
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kick in the
The thrill of the flood, that you might give a .
To my .to spell around me
Still I .to myself gotta a cant you see
That that you go to my head
With a
Like a summer with the flowers .
you aint touch, catch my soul,
With your eyes in the certain,
This heart of mine of this chance
in this gracy romance
You go to my head.
La ra ra ra ra ya, la ra ra ra ra ya
But you go to my head with a smile
that makes my temperature rise,
some with
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
and though Im certain
This heart of mine of this chance
in this gracy romance
You go to my head.
You go, you go to my head,
You know that you, go, to my head
You go to my head.