You Go to My Head Songtext
von Dinah Washington
You Go to My Head Songtext
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 this can never be?
But 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 with this crazy romance
Yet, you go to my head
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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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 can never be?
Yes, 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
Oh, you go to my head
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 this can never 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 with this crazy romance
You go to my head
You go to my head!
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 this can never be?
But 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 with this crazy romance
Yet, you go to my head
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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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 can never be?
Yes, 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
Oh, you go to my head
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 this can never 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 with this crazy romance
You go to my head
You go to my head!
You go to my head!
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