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