Ella Fitzgerald - You Go To My Head

^E7)You ^Ago to my ^C#mi, ^Dmi7head, And you l^G7inger like a h^Faunting ref^D6rain, And I ^E7find you spi^A7nning 'r^Found in my bra^Am6, ^E7in Like the ^A7/9mbubbles in a gla^Dss of champag^D6, ^Emi7, ^A9ne. ^(E7)You g^Ao to my ^C#mi, ^Dmi7head Like a s^G7ip of sparkling B^Furgundy br^D6ew, And I f^E7ind the ^A7very m^Fention of y^Am6, ^E7ou Like the k^A7/9micker in a Ju^D, ^Emi7, ^A7lip or two. (Bridge:) The t^D6hrill of the thought that you mi^G#7ght give a thought To my pl^A6ea casts a ^A6/9spell over me; Still, I ^Gdimisay to mys^G#7elf, "Get a^C#mi7 hold of your^C#6self, Can't you ^Esmaj7see that it ^G#7never can ^C#be?" ^E7You ^Ago to my h^C#mi, ^Dmi7ead With a s^G7mile that makes my t^Femp'rature r^D6ise, ^E7Like a ^A7summer with a t^Fhousand J^Am6, ^B7uly's, You in^E7/9mtoxicate my so^Aul with your eyes. ^Emi7, ^A7 (Coda:) Though I'm c^Bm7/5mertain that this h^E7eart of m^Dm6ine ^AHasn't a g^C#mhost of a ^F#mchance in this c^Arazy ro^Cdimimance, ^E7, ^{Edimi Bm7/5m} You g ^E7o to my he^Aad, ^Dm6, ^E7 you ^E7/5+go to my hea ^A, ^Fmaj7, ^E, ^E7/5m, ^E6d.