Verse: 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 quit spree Fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face. Chorus: I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So tell me how can it be true That I get a kick out of you? I get no kick from cocaine. I think that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically too. But, I get a kick out of you. I get a kick everytime 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. But, I get a kick. You give me a boot. I get a kick out of you.
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