You Go to My Head - Paul Anka

　　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 tulip 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 ahold of yourself

　　Can't you see that it never can be

　　You go to my head with a smile

　　That makes my temperature rise

　　Like a summer with a thousand julys

　　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 you go to my head