Letras
My story is much to 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
Then 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 kicks from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
Yeah 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 guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do, still I get a kick ouh you give me a boot
Yes I get a kick out of you
