You Go To My Head

You go to my head,
and you linger like a haunting refrain,
and i find you spinning round 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 a kicker in a julep or two
the thrill of the thoughts that you might
give a thought to my pleas
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 juleps
you intoxicate my soul with my 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