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