Ella Fitzgerald
You Go to My Head
You go to my head and you linger like a haunting refrainAnd I find you spinning 'round in myBrainLike the bubbles in a glass of champagneYou go to my head like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brewAnd I find the very mention of youLike the kicker in a julep or twoThe thrill of the thought thatYou might give a thought to my pleaCast a spell over meStill I say to myself get a hold ofYourselfCan't you see that it never can beYou go to my head with a smile that makes my temperatureRiseLike a summer with a thousand JuliesYou intoxicate my soul with your eyesThough I'm certainThat this heart of mineHasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romanceYou go to my headYou go to
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