My story is much to sad
to be told
But practically everything
leaves me totally cold
The only exception
I know in this case
When I'm out in a quiet spree
fighting vainly the old ennui
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcoho
doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some like the bop type refrain
I'm sure that if
I heard even one riff
That would bore me
terrifically too
But 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 don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
with some gay in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you
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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 don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
with some gay in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick
way
If you wanna be with me
I can make your
wish come true
Just come and set me
free baby and I'll be with you
I'm a genie in a bottle baby
Come come come on
and let me out