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 casts 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.

Tho’ 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_________

Words by Haven Gillespie