Right to My Head

I knew when I saw her posing like a pop star
In thrift store rags
Brilliantly glowing, moved like she was floating
In her tracks
Overhead I'm taken
Everything's radiating
And when she shows, everybody knows

It goes right to my head

All ordinary things are turning 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

It goes right to my head

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

It goes right to my head