You Go To My Head (Caldwell Bobby)

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 whisky 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 Tho' I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance In this crazy romance You go to my head