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
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
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 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 really mean it)
Yes. . .
I
get
a
kick
out
of
you.
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
It took me years to write, will you take a look
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