You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrain and I find you spinning 'round in my brain like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. You go to my head like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew and I find the very mention of you like the kicker in a julep or two. The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea casts a spell over me till I say to myself get ahold of yourself! Can't you see that it never can be? You go to my head with a smile that makes my temperature rise like a summer with a thousand Julys. You intoxicate my soul with your eyes. Though I'm certain that this heart of mine hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head.