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 can never be?
You go to my head with 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