You Go To My Head-Paul desmond

Michael Feinstein - 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 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 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 End