You go to my head
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And you linger like a haunting refrain
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And I find you spin'n round in my brain
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Like a bubble in a glass of champagneYou go to my head
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Like a sip of sparkling burgandy brew
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And I find the very mention of you
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Like the kicker in a julep or twoOh the thrill of the thought
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That you might give a thought
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To my plea
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Cast a spell over meStill I say to myself
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Get a hold of yourself
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Can't you see that it never can beYesmmm You go to my head
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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 eyesThough I'm certain 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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You go....to....my....head.....
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You Go To My Head
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| Louis Armstrong |
