Bryan Ferry - You go to my head

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 Cant 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 Im 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