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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keely Smith
Keely Smith
Vocals
Nelson Riddle
Nelson Riddle
Orchestra Leader
Robert Gibbons
Robert Gibbons
Guitar
Meyer Rubin
Meyer Rubin
Bass
Bill Richmond
Bill Richmond
Drums
David Klein
David Klein
Performer
Bill Miller
Bill Miller
Piano
Katherine Julye
Katherine Julye
Harp
Haakon Berg
Haakon Berg
Flute
Lee Elliott
Lee Elliott
Flute
Harry Klee
Harry Klee
Flute
Sylvia Ruderman
Sylvia Ruderman
Flute
Archie Wade
Archie Wade
Flute
James Decker
James Decker
Horn
Arthur Frantz
Arthur Frantz
Horn
William Hinshaw
William Hinshaw
Horn
Richard Perissi
Richard Perissi
Horn
Naom Benditsky
Naom Benditsky
Cello
Ennio Bologinini
Ennio Bologinini
Cello
Joe DiTullio
Joe DiTullio
Cello
Victor Gottlieb
Victor Gottlieb
Cello
Armand Kaproff
Armand Kaproff
Cello
Irving Lipschultz
Irving Lipschultz
Cello
Joseph Saxon
Joseph Saxon
Cello
Eleanor Slatkin
Eleanor Slatkin
Cello
Vincent DeRosa
Vincent DeRosa
Horn
Edgar Lustgarten
Edgar Lustgarten
Cello
Kurt Reher
Kurt Reher
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Haven Gillespie
Haven Gillespie
Lyrics
J. Fred Coots
J. Fred Coots
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Voyle Gilmore
Voyle Gilmore
Producer

Lyrics

You go to my head and you linger like a haunting 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 Cast 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 The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought To my plea Cast 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
Writer(s): Haven Gillespie, J. Fred Coots Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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