Writers: Gillespie/Coots



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

Cast 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 Julies

You intoxicate my soul with your 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