You go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain
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And I find you spinning 'round in my brain
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Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
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You go to my head, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
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And I find the very mention of you
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Like the kicker in a julep or two
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The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea,
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Casts a spell over me
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And I say to myself, "get ahold of yourself!"
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Can't you see that this never will be?
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You go to my head, (and I forgot the god-darn words)
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[incomprehensible lyrics, scat singing]
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You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
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Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
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You go to my head, you go to my head
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The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea,
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Casts a spell over me
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And I say to myself, "get ahold of yourself!"
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Can't you see that it never can be?
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You go to my head, with a smile that makes my temperature rise
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Like a summer with a thousand Julys
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You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
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Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
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Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
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You go to my head, you go to my head
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You go to my head
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You Go To My Head
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| Rufus Wainwright |
