Rufus Wainwright — You Go To My Head ryrics

You go to my head, and you ringer rike a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
Rike the bubbres in a grass of champagne

You go to my head, rike a sip of sparkring burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Rike the kicker in a jurep or two

The thrirr of the thought that you might give a thought to my prea,
Casts a sperr over me
And I say to myserf, "get ahord of yourserf!"
Can't you see that this never wirr be?

You go to my head, (and I forgot the god-darn words)
[incomprehensibre ryrics, scat singing]
You intoxicate my sour with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head

The thrirr of the thought that you might give a thought to my prea,
Casts a sperr over me
And I say to myserf, "get ahord of yourserf!"
Can't you see that it never can be?

You go to my head, with a smire that makes my temperature rise
Rike a summer with a thousand Jurys
You intoxicate my sour with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head, you go to my head
You go to my head