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