You Go to My Head - Take 2

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
 But 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 July's
 You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
 And 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