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

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 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 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

Mmm, you give me a boot

I get a kick out of you