"You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spin'n round in my brain
Like a bubble in a glass of champagne-
you might give a thought
To my plea Cast a spell over m
Still I say to myself
Get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be-
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
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