Nowhere

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 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 get a kick from c*****e

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 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

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

I get a kick out of you