I Get A Kick Out Of You, do Cole Porter, mas com Ella cantando.

My story is much to 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 get a kick from cocaine
I´m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
But 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