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 Julip or two.
(Bridge:)
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 temp'rature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand July's,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes.
(Coda:)
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.