Nana Mouskouri I Get A Kick Out Of You
I Get a Kick Out of You
My story is much too sad to be told
But practic'lly ev'rything
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
And 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 get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific'lly too
Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
You standing there before me
I get a kick tho' it's clear to me
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
Yet I get a kick out of you
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
You standing there before me
I get a kick tho' it's clear to me
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
Yet I get a . . .
I get a . . .
I get a kick out of you
