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
  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 Julys
  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