(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 Im 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 doesnt thrill me
At all,
So tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?
Some get a kick from cocaine, Im sure that if I took even
One sniff
That would bore me terrifically, too, yet I get a kick out of
You.
I get a kick every time I see youre standing there before me.
I get a kick though its clear to me, you obviously dont
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 out of you!