Frank Sinatra - 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
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