(C. Porter)
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[Recorded April 10, 1962, Los Angeles]
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My story is much too sad to be told,
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But practically everything leaves me totally cold.
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The exception I know is the case
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When I'm out on a quiet spree,
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Fighting vainly the old ennui,
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And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
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I get no kick from champagne.
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Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.
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So tell me why should it be true
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That I get a kick out of you?
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Some, they may go for cocaine.
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I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
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It would bore me terrifically, too.
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Yet I get a kick out of you.
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I get a kick every time I see
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You standing there before me.
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I get a kick though it's clear to see
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You obviously do not adore me.
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I get no kick in a plane.
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Flying too high with some gal in the sky
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Is my idea of nothing to do.
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Yet I get a kick - um you give me a boot - I get a kick out of you.
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I Get A Kick Out Of You
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| Frank Sinatra |
