Lirama

You go to my head,
and you linger like a haunting refrain,
and I find you spinning round my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
You go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like a kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thoughts that you might
Give a thought to my pleas
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself"
Can't you see that It never can be
You go to my head,
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand juleps
You intoxicate my soul with my eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head