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 Im out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui

Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though its 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

But I get a kick out of you