You go to my head
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And you linger
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like a haunting refrain
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And I find you
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spinning round in my brain
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Like the bubbles
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in a glass of champagne
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You go to my head
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Like a sip of
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sparkling burgundy brew
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And I find
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the very mention of you
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Like the kicker
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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
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Get a hold of yourself
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Can't you see
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that it never can be
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You go to my head
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With a smile
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that makes my temperature rise
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Like a summer
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with a thousand Julys
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You intoxicate my soul
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with your eyes
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<Interlude>
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Though I'm certain
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that this heart of mine
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Hasn't a ghost of a chance
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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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| Linda Ronstadt/Nelson Riddle |
