| 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 around 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 zip of a good sparkling wine
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| And your smile makes my temperature rise
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| Like a summer with a thousand July’s
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| Don’t have a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
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| You go to my head, you go to my head
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| Don’t have a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
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| You go to my head, 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 around in my brain
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| Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
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| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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| I only hope I can make you mine
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| You go to my head, you go to my head
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| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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| I only hope I can make you mine
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| You go to my head, you go to my head, go to my head
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| Don’t have a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
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| You go to my head, you go to my head
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| Don’t have a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
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| You go to my head
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| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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| But only hope I can make you mine
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| You go to my head, you go to my head
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| You go to my head
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| I can make you mine
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| I can make you mine
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| You go to my head
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| And like the bubbles of champagne |