You Go To My Head

(альбом: Nice Girls Don't Stay For Breakfast - 1967)

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
And I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Don't you know, 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

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