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
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!