| 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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew
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| And I find the very mention of you
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| Is like the kicker in a julep or two
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| Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea
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| Cast a spell over me
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| But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see
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| It could never 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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| It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys
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| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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| Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea
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| Cast a spell over me
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| But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see
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| It could never 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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| It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys
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| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes |