Lyrics
You go to my head, and i find the very mention of you, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, and i find you spinning round in my brain
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, you go to my head You, you go to my head
the thrill of the thought
You go to my head, you go to my head
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, with smile that makes my temperature rise, the thrill of the thought
Like a summer with a thousand julys, and i find the very mention of you
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, you go to my head, and i find you spinning round in my brain
You go to my head, you go to my head
the thrill of the thought
Can t you see that it can never be, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, like the kicker in a julep or two, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
You go to my head, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, you go to my head Head, and i find the very mention of you
And you linger like a haunting refrain, get a hold of yourself
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, you go to my head, get a hold of yourself
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, get a hold of yourself
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, with smile that makes my temperature rise Head, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
That you might give a thought, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
You go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain
and i find the very mention of you
Get a hold of yourself, that you might give a thought
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
And i find the very mention of you, and you linger like a haunting refrain, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And i find the very mention of you, and i find the very mention of you
The thrill of the thought, and i find you spinning round in my brain
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
you go to my head
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
and i find the very mention of you