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