You Go to My Head

Writer(s): Haven Gillespie / J. Fred Coots

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, 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
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

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