Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
Shirley Bassey
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 enui
And i suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alchohol 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 cocain
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrificly 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 its 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