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
Then 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?
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 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 outta you

Some get a kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me, why should it be true?
I get a kick outta 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 outta 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

Some get a 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, I get a kick, yes
I get a kick out of you, you, you, you