Текст песни You Go To My Head, Rod Stewart
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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 |