(Gillespie, Coots)
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You go to my head
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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
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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
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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 that it never can be"
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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 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
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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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| Bryan Ferry |
