You Got to My Head - Lee Konitz, Warne Marsh

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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew

And I find the very mention of you

Is like the kicker in a julep or two

Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea

Cast a spell over me

But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see

It could never be

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea

Cast a spell over me

But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see

It could never be

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes