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 to my plea
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casts a spell over me
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till I say to myself
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get ahold 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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| Judy Garland |
