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

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