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 sparkling glass of burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julip or two
Bridge
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 ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
Still 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
Glen Gray - YOU GO TO MY HEAD Lyrics
Glen Gray - YOU GO TO MY HEAD Lyrics
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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 sparkling glass of burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julip or two
Bridge
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 ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
Still 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
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 sparkling glass of burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julip or two
Bridge
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 ahold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be
Still 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
Writer: J Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie
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Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network