You Go To My Head 
Glen Gray 

You go to my head 
And you linger like a haunting refrain 
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain 
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne 
You go to my head 
Like a sparkling glass of burgundy brew 
And I find the very mention of you 
Like the kicker in a julip or two 

Bridge
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought 
to my plea casts a spell over me 
Still I say to myself, get ahold of yourself 
Can't you see that it never can be 
Still you go to my head 
With a smile that makes my temperature rise 
Like a Summer with a thousand July's 
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes 
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine 
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance 
You go to my head 

Respectfully submitted, 
Brandi Hayden