I Get a Kick out of You - Sylvia Syms
My story is much too sad to be told
For 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
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
I get no kick from ***
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 standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with the guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Still 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 me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with the guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Still I get a kick
I get a kick
I get a kick out of you yes
I get a kick baby
I get my kicks
I get a kick when I'm with you oh