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You go to my head |
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You go to my head, |
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And you linger like a haunting refrain |
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And I find you spinning round in my brain |
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Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. |
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You go to my head |
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Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew |
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And I find the very mention of you |
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Like the kicker in a julep or two. |
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The thrill of the thought |
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That you might give a thought |
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To my plea casts a spell over me |
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Still I say to myself: get a hold of yourself |
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Can't you see that it can never be? |
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You go to my head |
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With smile that makes my temperature rise |
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Like a summer with a thousand Julys |
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You intoxicate my soul with your eyes |
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Tho I'm certain that this heart of mine |
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Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, |
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You go to my head. |