You Go To My Head - Stacey Kent

You go to my head

And you linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spinning round in my brain

Like a bubble 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

Cast a spell over me

Still I say to myself

Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that this 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

With this crazy romance

You go to my head

The thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought

To my plea

Cast a spell over me

Still I say to myself

Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that this 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

With this crazy romance

You go to my head