You Go To My Head

You go to my head, 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
 Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself
 Can't you see that it can never be?
 You go to my head
 With smile that makes my temperature rise
 Like a summer with a thousand July's
 You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
 Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
 Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
 You go to my head