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I Get A Kick Out Of YouMy 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. 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—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 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—um, you give me a boot—I get a kick out of you. |