I Get a Kick Out of You

My story is much too sad to be told But practicaly 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 on 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 know 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 don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some guy in the sky It's my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you