I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all 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 But 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 Flyin' too high with some girl in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But 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 Flyin' too high with some girl in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick Hmm, you give me a boot I get a kick out of you

My story is much too sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is a 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 move me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you I get no kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically too Yet I get a kick out of you I get a kick everytime 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 But I get a kick out of you

Se te olvido, todo el cariño que conmigo compartías Se te olvidaron las canciones y los días Sin mencionar las noches que te hice el amor Se te borraron todas los fotos, los mensajes en tu cellular Se te borraron las caricias, eso si nunca podrás Pero ay algo chiquitita que no podrás olvidar Que fui el primero corazón, en darte un beso El primer beso, ese que nunca volverá Y si lo niegas corazón te lo devuelvo Pa' que te acuerdes de todito lo demás Se que me extrañas, yo estoy muy seguro de eso Y aunque no quieras nunca podrás encontrar A quien sea como el primero

I came in going at a hundred miles an hour Just a kid outta Conroe looking for something a little bit louder Learning it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge I spent damn near 15 years out on the highway pushing red Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when my old man told me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" She came in slow and easy, falling like a feather Her blue eyes felt like an old handwritten letter I learned the hard way she was right about taking her time So, I just pretend that wherever she is, it's at the end of the line Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when that girl was telling me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when my old man told me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"