| I Get a Kick Out of You
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| Frank Sinatra
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| My story is much too sad to be told,
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| But practically everything leaves me totally cold.
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| The exception I know is the case
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| When I’m out on a quiet spree,
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| Fighting vainly the old ennui,
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| And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
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| I get no kick from champagne.
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| Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all.
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| So tell me why should it be true
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| That I get a kick out of you?
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| Some, they may go for cocaine.
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| I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
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| It would bore me terrifically, too.
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| Yet I get a kick out of you.
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| I get a kick every time I see
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| You standing there before me.
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| I get a kick though it’s clear to see
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| You obviously do not adore me.
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| I get no kick in a plane.
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| Flying too high with some gal in the sky
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| Is my idea of nothing to do.
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| Yet I get a kick — um you give me a boot — I get a kick out of you. |