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 sip of sparkling burgundy brew
and i find the very mention of you
like the kicker in a julep or two
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 a hold of yourself"