Julie London 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 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
Still I say to myself
"Get a hold 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
You go to my head
