I Get a Kick out of You

My story is much to sad to be told

But practically everything leaves me totally cold

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 they may go for Cocaine

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

It would bore me terrifically

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

Flying too high with some gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But I get a kick out of you