You go to my head 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 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 that you might give a thought to my plea
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Cast 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 never can be
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You go to my head with a 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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Though 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
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The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
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Cast 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 never can be
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You go to my head with a 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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Though 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
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You go to my head
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You go to my head
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You Go To My Head
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| Rod Stewart |
