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Cole porter

My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically ev'rything leaves me totally cold.
The only exception i know is the case
Where 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?

Some get a kick from cocaine.
I'm sure that if i took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific'ly too,
Yet i get a kick out of you.

I get a kick ev'rytime 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 guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do,
Yet i get a kick out of you.