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