Frank Sinatra - 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 doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a kick! Out of you

Some they may go for cocaine
I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff
It 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 it'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 sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick,
Mm you give me a boot
I get a kick out of you

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