You Go To My Head - Marlene Dietrich

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

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 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

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

You go to my head