Chuck Berry You Go To My Head
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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Is like the kicker in a julep or two
Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Cast a spell over me
But then I say to myself, Ah! get hold to yourself, can't you see
It can never be
You go to my head
Like the summer with a thousand Julys
Oh how you make my temprature rise
You intoxicate ny soul with your eyes
You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temprature rise
It's like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
