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 a very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought, you might give a thought to my flea
You 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
Don't you see that it never can be
Oh, I'm certain that this heart of mine
Haven't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
You linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
The thrill of the thought, you might give a thought to my flea
Give a thought to my fleek, yes, to 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 outglozed of a chance in this crazy romance.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.