You go to my head and you linger like a
Haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like a buble 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 a 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 my self get a
Hold on your self cant you
See that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile that makes my
Temprature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julies,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes,
Thou Im certain that this Heart of mine
Hasn´t a ghost of a
Chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
Ludmila Fernández - You Go to My Head Lyrics
Ludmila Fernández - You Go to My Head Lyrics
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You go to my head and you linger like a
Haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like a buble 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 a 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 my self get a
Hold on your self cant you
See that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile that makes my
Temprature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julies,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes,
Thou Im certain that this Heart of mine
Hasn´t a ghost of a
Chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
Haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain
Like a buble 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 a 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 my self get a
Hold on your self cant you
See that it never can be
You go to my head with a smile that makes my
Temprature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julies,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes,
Thou Im certain that this Heart of mine
Hasn´t a ghost of a
Chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
Writer: J Fred Coots, Haven Gillespie
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Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network