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But practically everything leaves me totally cold
Yes, 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

Yes, I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
Babe, I get a kick out of you

Some get a kick from cocaine
Babe, I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Oh baby, 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 me, you obviously don't adore me
Yes, I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, baby, I get a kick, out of you

Yes, I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
Baby, I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
Mama, I'd get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do

Yet baby, I get a kick
Mama, I'd get a boot
I get a dick

But practically everything leaves me totally cold
Yes, the only exception I know is the case