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