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 And I say to myself, "get ahold of yourself!" Can't you see that this never will be? You go to my head, (and I forgot the god-darn words) *incomprehensible lyrics, scat singing* You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Though 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 The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea, Casts a spell over me And I say to myself, "get ahold 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 Though 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 You go to my head
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