(Gillespie, Coots)

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
You go to my head