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and i find you spinning round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, with smile that makes my temperature rise You, and i find you spinning round in my brain
Like a summer with a thousand julys, like a summer with a thousand julys
And you linger like a haunting refrain, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
you go to my head
you go to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And i find the very mention of you, the thrill of the thought, and you linger like a haunting refrain
You go to my head, the thrill of the thought, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
Get a hold of yourself, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew You, with smile that makes my temperature rise
With smile that makes my temperature rise, and you linger like a haunting refrain
You go to my head, the thrill of the thought
Like a summer with a thousand julys, like a summer with a thousand julys
Like the kicker in a julep or two, that you might give a thought
Like a summer with a thousand julys, you go to my head
You go to my head, with smile that makes my temperature rise, with smile that makes my temperature rise
That you might give a thought, you go to my head, you go to my head
that you might give a thought
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, you go to my head You, like the kicker in a julep or two
you go to my head
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
you go to my head
the thrill of the thought
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head, get a hold of yourself
Get a hold of yourself, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
you go to my head
like the kicker in a julep or two
Get a hold of yourself, you go to my head to, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, the thrill of the thought, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
And i find the very mention of you, and i find the very mention of you
you go to my head
Like a summer with a thousand julys, like the kicker in a julep or two
That you might give a thought, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, and i find the very mention of you
And you linger like a haunting refrain, get a hold of yourself, like the kicker in a julep or two
With smile that makes my temperature rise, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself to, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
that you might give a thought