Song Lyrics
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, get a hold of yourself, with smile that makes my temperature rise
the thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought, get a hold of yourself
You go to my head, like a summer with a thousand julys
You go to my head, and i find the very mention of you, with smile that makes my temperature rise
you go to my head
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like the kicker in a julep or two Billie, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, like the kicker in a julep or two, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
like the kicker in a julep or two
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself My, and you linger like a haunting refrain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, the thrill of the thought
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
And you linger like a haunting refrain, and i find the very mention of you
You go to my head, the thrill of the thought My, like the kicker in a julep or two
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head
Like a summer with a thousand julys, you go to my head, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
The thrill of the thought, you go to my head, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
You go to my head, with smile that makes my temperature rise Go, the thrill of the thought
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, like the kicker in a julep or two Head, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
that you might give a thought
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head My, can t you see that it can never be
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
You go to my head, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself to, you go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, you go to my head
that you might give a thought
The thrill of the thought, like a summer with a thousand julys
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, that you might give a thought
Can t you see that it can never be, you go to my head, like the kicker in a julep or two
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, that you might give a thought
And i find you spinning round in my brain, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, like a summer with a thousand julys
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, the thrill of the thought, and i find the very mention of you
You go to my head, that you might give a thought
You go to my head, and i find you spinning round in my brain Head, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Get a hold of yourself, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
and you linger like a haunting refrain
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, and i find you spinning round in my brain
The thrill of the thought, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
Like the kicker in a julep or two, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, the thrill of the thought
Like the kicker in a julep or two, the thrill of the thought, you go to my head
Get a hold of yourself, like the kicker in a julep or two
Get a hold of yourself, you go to my head Billie, you go to my head
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain
Get a hold of yourself, with smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand julys, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance