You Go to My Head - Bea Wain

You go to my head,

and you linger like a haunting refrain,

and I find you spinning round my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head

Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew

And I find the very mention of you

Like a kicker in a julep or two

The thrill of the thoughts that you might

Give a thought to my pleas

Casts a spell over me

Still I say to myself «Get a hold of yourself»

Can’t you see that It never can be

You go to my head,

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand juleps

You intoxicate my soul with my eyes

Though I’m certain that this heart of mine

Hasn’t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance

You go to my head, you go to my head