Bryan Ferry - You Go To My Head download song

Song Lyrics

the thrill of the thought
get a hold of yourself
You go to my head, like a summer with a thousand julys, and i find you spinning round in my brain
That you might give a thought, you go to my head
And i find you spinning round in my brain, you go to my head Bryan, you go to my head
That you might give a thought, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself

With smile that makes my temperature rise, get a hold of yourself Bryan, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
tho i m certain that this heart of mine
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
and i find the very mention of you
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
With smile that makes my temperature rise, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, that you might give a thought

can t you see that it can never be
Get a hold of yourself, the thrill of the thought
And i find the very mention of you, you go to my head, can t you see that it can never be
tho i m certain that this heart of mine
Can t you see that it can never be, you go to my head My, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance Bryan, that you might give a thought

And i find you spinning round in my brain, you go to my head
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, and you linger like a haunting refrain, like the kicker in a julep or two
Like the kicker in a julep or two, get a hold of yourself, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, 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, you go to my head Head, with smile that makes my temperature rise
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like a summer with a thousand julys

That you might give a thought, and i find the very mention of you
to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
You go to my head, can t you see that it can never be, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, get a hold of yourself, and i find the very mention of you
And you linger like a haunting refrain, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew To, like a summer with a thousand julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, and you linger like a haunting refrain

to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
Can t you see that it can never be, can t you see that it can never be
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
you go to my head