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 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 a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance   You go to my head      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, you go to my head