You Go To My Head-Dianne Reeves

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, Though I say to myself, get a hold of yourself, Can't you see that this never will 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,, The thrill of the thought, that you might give a thought, To my plea, cast a spell over me, Though I say to myself, get a hold of yourself, Can't you see that this never will 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