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?
some--they may go for cocaine. i'm sure that if
i took even one sniff
it 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 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. yet i get a kick--um
you give me a boot--i get a kick out of you.