Текст песни You Go To My Head - Live At Carnegie Hall - Rufus Wainwright

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

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

And I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself"
"Can't you see that this never will be?"

You go to my head
And I forgot the god darn words
Da da bi da fo na shina fa fa
You intoxicate my soul 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 thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea, cast a spell over me
And I say to myself
"Get a hold of yourself"
"Can't you see that this never can be?"

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
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