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 
Cast a spell over me 
Still I say to myself get a hold of