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 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 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 It would bore me terrific'ly 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 me She obviously do not adore me Some get a kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do But I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you