You Go To My Head

You Go To My Head - Bing Crosby (平克·劳斯)

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 July's

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

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