(porter)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 meAt 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 evenOne sniffThat would bore me terrifically, too, yet I get a kick out ofYou.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’tAdore me.I get no kick in a plane, flying too high with some gal in theSkyIs my idea of nothing to do, yet I get a kick out of you!