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 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 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 their kicks 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 every time I see you

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