And I find you spinning 'round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

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

But 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

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

And I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance

In this crazy romance