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 that old ennui, Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face... I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesnt 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, too Yet I do get a kick out of you I get a kick every time I see You standing there before me I get a kick though its clear to see That 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 Yet I get a kick Oh, you give me the 'boot'! I get a kick out of you