Текст песни
You
go
to
my
head,
and
you
linger
like
a
haunting
refrain
And
I
find
you
spinnin'
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
a
kicker
in
a
julep
or
two
The
thrill
of
the
thought
that
you
might
a
thought
to
my
plea
Cast
a
spell
over
me
Still
I
say
to
myself
"Get
a
hold
of
yourself,
can't
you
see
it
never
will
be"
You
go
to
my
head,
with
a
smile
that
makes
my
temperature
rise
Like
the
summer
with
a
thousand
July's
You
intoxicate
my
soul
with
your
eyes
Though
I'm
certain
that
this
heart
of
mine
Hasn't
the
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
a
thought
to
my
plea
Cast
a
spell
over
me
Still
I
say
to
myself
"Get
a
hold
of
yourself,
can't
you
see
it
never
will
be"
You
go
to
my
head,
with
a
smile
that
makes
my
temperature
rise
Like
the
summer
with
a
thousand
July's
You
intoxicate
my
soul
with
your
eyes
Though
I'm
certain
that
this
heart
of
mine
Hasn't
the
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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