I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me

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
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
That would bore me terrifically too
But 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
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
I get a kick out of you