Ah, those juleps remind me of a favorite Judy line (what doesn't?) ...
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.
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Y'all do go to my head, you know that?
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?