Mina 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 Cast 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 julies 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
