Coral fantasy
"You go to my head,
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..."
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..."