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My story is much too sad to be told,
But, practically everything leavs 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 dosen'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,
that would bore me terrifically too,
Yet I get a kick, out of you.
I get a kick every time I see you're 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.