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You go to my headYou linger like a haunting refrainAnd I find you spinning roundIn my brainLike the bubbles in a glass of champagneYou go to my headLike a sip of sparkling burgundy brewAnd I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or twoThe thrill of the thoughtThat you might give a thoughtTo my plea, casts a spell over meStill I say to myselfGet ahold of yourselfCan't you see that it never can beYou go to my head with a smileThat makes my temperature riseLike a summer with a thousand JulysYou intoxicate my soul with your eyesThough I'm certain that this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chanceIn this crazy romanceYou go to my head, you go to my headThough I'm certain that this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chanceIn this crazy romanceYou go to my head, you go to my head From Letras Mania