I Get a Kick out of You

My story is much too sad to be told

But practically ev'rything 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 cocaine**

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrific'ly too

Yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick ev'ry time I see

You're 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/guy in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do

But I get a kick out of you