I Get A Kick Out Of You Songtext
von Margaret Whiting

My story is much too sad to be told
For practically everythingleaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I′m out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol does thrill me at all
So tell me why should be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically too
Still, I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see
You′re standing there before me
I get a kick though it's plain to see
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of ′nothing to do′
Still, I get a kick out of you
And I get a kick out of you