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My story is much to sad to be toldBut practically everything leaves me totally coldThe only exception I know is the caseWhen I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennuiAnd I suddenly turn and see your fabulous faceI get no kick from champagneMere alcohol doesn't thrill me at allSo tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of youSome get a kick from cocaineI'm sure that if I took even one sniffThat would bore me terrifically tooBut I get a kick out of youI get a kick every time I see you standing there before meI get a kick though it's clear to me, you obviously don't adore meI get no kick in a plane, flying too high with some guy in the skyIs my idea of nothing to do, yet I get a kick out of youI get a kick every time I see you standing there before meI get a kick though it's clear to me, you obviously don't adore meI get no kick in a plane, flying too high with some guy in the skyIs my idea of nothing to do, yet I get a kick out of youI get a kick out of you Aus Songtexte Mania