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You go to myA head,
AnC#md you lingeF#7r like a hauC#6nting refrain,
And I A#m7find youEbm7 spinning 'rG#m7ound in my brain
LCbm7ike the bubbEb7les in a glassG of champagne.
You goA to my head
Like aC#m sip of spaF#7rkling BurguC#6ndy brew,
AA#m7nd I finEbm7d the very mG#m7ention of you
LikeCbm7 the kicker Eb7in a Julip or Gtwo.
The tC#6hrill of the thought that you migG7ht give a thought
To my plAb6ea casts a sGpell over mC#me;
Still, I Fmsay toG myself, "GeCt a hold of youAmrself,
CanF't you see thaGt it nevEb7er can be?"
You goA to my head
With a sC#mmile that mF#7akes my tempC#6'rature rise,
A#m7Like a sEbm7ummer with aG#m7 thousand July's,
You inC#m7toxicate my Eb7soul with yourG#7 eyes.
(Coda:)
Though I'm cCertain that tC#mhis heart of mine
FmHasn't a ghost of a chG7ance in this crazy rBbmomance,
Ebm7 You go to my heaGd, Bmyou gEb7o to my hGead.
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