I Get A Kick Out Of You

Margaret Whiting


I lie awake and want you near me
My heart calls out your name
Yet I know you’ll never hear me
I’ve only myself to blame

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
It would bore me terrifically, too
Still 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 see
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
Still I get a kick out of you

I lie awake and want you near me
My heart calls out your name
And yet I know you’ll never hear me
I’ve only myself to blame