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