My Story
is much too sad to be told,
but practically everything leaves
me totally cold.
The only ex ception I know is the case
when I'm out on the quiet street,
Fighting vainly, the all -on -wheel
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
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're standing there before me
I get a kick, though it's clear to me
You ob viously don't ad ore me
I get no kick in the play
Fly ing 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're 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 flame
Lying to eye with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, I get a kick out
of you