I Get a Kick out of You

I Get a Kick out of You - Margaret Whiting

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 that per you from c*****e

I'm sure that if

I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrifically too

Yet 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 a kick in a plane

Flying too high

With some gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

Still I get a kick out of you

I get a kick in a plane

Flying too high

With some gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

Still I get a kick

'Cuz you turn kick

And I get a kick out of you