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You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne You go to my head Like the sparkles in a burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Is like the kicker in a julep or two Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me But then I say to myself, Ah! get hold to yourself, can't you see It can never be You go to my head Like the summer with a thousand Julys Oh how you make my temprature rise You intoxicate ny soul with your eyes You go to my head With a smile that makes my temprature rise It's like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes From Letras Mania