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