I knew when i saw her posing like a pop star
In the thrift store rags
Brilliantly glowing movved like she was floating
In her tracks
Overhead I'm taken
Everything's radiating
And when she shows everbody knows
And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head.

All ordinary things are
Turing technicolor
In her hands
And in the air around her
The Heavy scent of flowers
I'm in a trance
There's a world below her
And she makes it over
And When she shows everybody knows.

And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head.

There's a world below her
And she makes it over
And when she shows everybody knows.

And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head
And it goes Right To My Head.