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 (Talkin' about me? Ha-ha-ha) I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me, why should it be true? Mm, yeah I get a kick out of you (me?) 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 don't 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 out of you 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 You give me a whirl I get a kick out of you Get my kicks out of you