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My story is much too sad to be told,But practically everything leaves me totally cold.The exception I know is the caseWhen Im 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 doesnt thrill me at all.So tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of you?Some, they may go for cocaineIm sure that if I took even one sniffIt would bore me terrifically, too.Yet I get a kick out of you.It get a kick every time I seeYou standing there before meI get a kick though its clear to seeYou obviously do not adore me.I get no kick in a planeFlying too high with some gal in the skyIs my idea of nothing to doYet I get a kickI get a kick out of you