My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
Where I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old envy
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'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrificly 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
Yet I get a kick out of you

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