| 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 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 a kicker in a julep or two
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| The thrill of the thoughts that you might
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| Give a thought to my pleas
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| Casts a spell over me
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| Still I say to myself «Get a hold of yourself»
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| Can’t you see that It never can be
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| You go to my head,
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| With a smile that makes my temperature rise
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| Like a summer with a thousand juleps
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| You intoxicate my soul with my eyes
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| Though 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, you go to my head |