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