| You go to my head
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| you linger like a haunting refrain
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| and i find you spinning round
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| 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
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| still i say to myself
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| get ahold of yourself
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| can’t you see that it never can be
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| you go to my head with a smile
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| 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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| though i’m certain that this heart of mine
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| hasn’t a ghost of a chance
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| in this crazy romance
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| you go to my head, you go to my head
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| Though i’m certain that this heart of mine
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| hasn’t a ghost of a chance
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| in this crazy romance
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| you go to my head, you go to my head |