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
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
Mmm
YOU GIVE ME A BOOT
I GET A KICK
OUT OF YOU