You go to my head,
and you linger like a hauting 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 have a thought
to my plea
casts a spell over me
Still I say to my self
"Get a hold of yourself,
can´t you see that it can never 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.
Tho´I´m certain that this hearts of mine
hasn´t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance.
You go to my head.
You go to my head.
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I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
...forever...
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