Il testo della I get a kick out of you

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
And i suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't move 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
I do 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
And i get a kick, you give me a boot
I get a kick out of you