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
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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
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Of 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
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Give a thought to my plea
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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
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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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Though I'm certain
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That this heart of mine
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Hasn't a ghost
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If a chance
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In this crazy romance
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You go to my head
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(Instrumental)
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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
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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
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That this heart of mine
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Hasn't a ghost
|
If 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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| Natalie Cole |
