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 a sip of sparkling burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Like the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought to my plea 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 Julys You intoxicate my soul with your 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
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The thrill of the thought That you might give a thought to my plea Casts a spell over me Still I say to myself, Come on, 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 Julys You intoxicate my soul with your 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 . . .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
