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 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
 I get no kick from champagne
 Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all
 So tell me why should it be true
 That I get a kick out of you
 Some get a kick from cocaine
 I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
 That would bore me terrifically too
 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 its clear to me
 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
 Yet I get a kick out of you