You Go To My Head

Written by: Fred Coots / Haven Gillespie

 

You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in 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 the kicker in a julep or two
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself
Get a hold of yourself
Canít 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 Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though Iím certain
That this heart of mine
Hasnít a ghost of a chance
In this crazy romance
You go to my head

Submitted by Katie

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