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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 their kicks from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That 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 me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no 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 every time I see you
Standing there before me
I get a kick, though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kicks 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
Writer(s): Cole Porter
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