You Go to My Head

<br>(gillespie, coots)<br><br><br><br>You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain<br><br>And I find you spinning &acute;round in my brain<br><br>Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne<br><br>You go to my head like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew<br><br>And I find the very mention of you<br><br>Like the kicker in a julep or two<br><br>The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea<br><br>Casts a spell over me<br><br>Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself<br><br>Can&acute;t you see that it never can be? <br><br>You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise<br><br>Like a summer with a thousand julys<br><br>You intoxicate my soul with your eyes<br><br>Though i&acute;m certain that this heart of mine<br><br>Hasnt a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance<br><br>You go to my head<br><br>You go to my head