You Go To My Head

You Go To My Head - Rod Stewart (洛德.斯蒂沃特)

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

Cast a spell over me

Still I say to myself

Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that it 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

The thrill of the thought

That you might give a thought to my plea

Cast a spell over me

Still I say to myself

Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that it 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