Текст: Billie Holiday. I Get a Kick Out of You.

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 terrifically too
Yet, I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see you're
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 some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, I get a kick out of you

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 my kick out of you?

Some get a kick from cocaine
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're
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 some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, I get a kick, I get a kick
I get my kicks out of you