Master of None2015

[last lines]

Carol:
[nightclub applause] Oh, thank you so much. Would you mind if I just sang one more?

Carol:
[singing to gentle piano music] You go to my head And you linger like a haunting refrain. And I find you spinning round in my brain, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne. Oh, 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, casts a spell over me. Still I say to myself "Get ahold of yourself," "Can't you see that it never can be?" Oh, 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.