You Go To My Head — текст песни (Louis Armstrong)

Haven Gillespie/J.Fred Coots

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 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 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
You go to my head