I Get A Kick Out Of You

My story is much too sad to be told
 But practically ev'rything 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 doesn't thrill me at all
 So tell me why should it be true
 That I get a kick out of you
 I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
 That would bore me terrific'ly too
 Yet I get a kick out of you
 I get a kick ev'ry time I see
 You're standing there before me
 I get a kick though it's clear to see
 You obviously do not adore me
 I get no kick in a plane
 Flying too high with some gal/guy in the sky
 Is my idea of nothing to do
 But I get a kick out of you