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