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 a 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
And I say to myself, get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that this could never be?
You go to my head, my head, my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Still 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
You go to my head, fly, fly
Woo, you go to my head, my head, my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round and 'round
'Round and 'round, 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head, my head, my head, to my head
You go to my head, you go, you go to my head