You Go To My Head Lyrics - Thrill Is Gone - Phil Woods

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, cast a spell over me 

Still I say to myself get a hold 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 July's 

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes