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 fightly 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, 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 gal in the Sky Is my idea of nothing to do, yet I get a kick out of you!
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