| 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 only 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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| I get a kick out of you
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| Me?
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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 don't 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 out of you
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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
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| You give me a whirl
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| I get a kick out of you
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| Get my kicks out of you |