You Go to My Head

You Go to My Head - Bea Wain

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 tulip 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 ahold 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