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 July’s,
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, Billie Holiday

Taken using a Sony DSC-W55 in November 2007