My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the case When I′m out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old Ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you Some like the perfume from spain I′m sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically too But I get a kick out of you (Some like the bop-type refrain)
(I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff) (It would bore me terrifically too) (But I get a kick out of you) (Some they may go for cocaine) (I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff) (It would bore me terrifically too) (But I get a kick out of you)
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me I get a kick though it′s clear to see, you obviously do Not adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick out of you Thanks to thudordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
