My story is much too sad to be told, but practicĂ´ly evĂ´rything leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case when IĂ´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 doesnĂ´t thrill me at all.
So tell me why should it be true that I get a kick out of you ?
Some like the perfume from Spain.IĂ´m sure that if I took even one sniff, it would bore me terrificĂ´ly too.
Yet I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick evĂ´ry time I see you standing there before me.
I get a kick thoĂ´ itĂ´s clear to see you obviously do not adore me.
I get no kick in a plane. Flying too high with some gal in the skyis my idea of nothing to do.
Yet I get a kick, you give me a boost, I get a kick out of you.
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