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 (talking about me?)
I get no kick from Champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true, mmm, yeah I get a kick out of you (me?)
Some may go from 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