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My story is much too 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 fightly 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 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 obviously don't

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 out of you!


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