Slideaway - The RAH Band

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 eys

The thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought to my pla

Casts a spell over me

Still I say to myself «Get a hold of yourself»

Can’t you see that this never can be