Lyrics You Go to My Head (Live) - Zoot Sims
                                                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, 
                                                cast 
                                                    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 
                                                July's
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Zoot's Blues (Live)
2 Spring Can Really Hang You up the Most (Live)
3 Once in a While (Live)
4 These Foolish Things (Live)
5 On the Alamo (Live)
6 Too Close for Comfort (Live)
7 A Flat Blues (Live)
8 You Go to My Head (Live)
9 Stomping at the Savoy (Live)
10 Groovin' High Zoot Sims Quartet (Live) [Bonus Track]
11 Taking a Chance on Love (Live) [Bonus Track]
12 Blue Bud Blues / 52nd Street Theme (Live) [Bonus Track]
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