Cole porter



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

Where 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 get a kick from cocaine.

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'rytime 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 plane.

Flying too high with some guy in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do,

Yet i get a kick out of you.