اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My story is much too 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
Then 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 they may go for cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
And 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 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
And I get a kick out of you