I Get A Kick Out Of You

My story is much to sad to be told
 But practically everything leaves me totally cold
 The only exception I know in this case
 When I'm out in 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 like the bop-type refrain
 I'm sure that if, I heard even one riff
 That would bore me terrifically too
 But 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
 I get no kick in a plane
 Flying too high with some guy in the sky
 Is my idea of nothing to do
 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 me
 You obviously don't 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
 Yet I get a kick