You go to my Head

You go to my Head - Cûmalî Rêzan/Maynard Ferguson/Clark Terry

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 ahold of yourself

Can't you see that it can never be

But 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

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

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 ahold of yourself

Can't you see that it never can be

Yes 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

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 ahold 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 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

You go to my head