I Get a Kick Out of You

My story is much too sad to be told

But practically everything leaves me totally cold

The exception I know is the case

When I'm out on a quiet spree

Fighting vainly the old ennui

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 they may go for c*****e

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 see

You obviously do not adore me