You Go to My Head (Berry Chuck)

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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew And I find the very mention of you Is like the kicker in a julep or two Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can't you see It could never be You go to my head With a smile that makes my temperature rise It's like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can't you see It could never be You go to my head With a smile that makes my temperature rise It's like a summer with a thousand Julys You intoxicate my soul with your eyes