I Get A Kick Out Of You

I Get A Kick Out Of You 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 Fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face (Talking about me?) [Chorus: Lady Gaga, Tony Bennett, Both] I get no kick from Champagne Mere alchohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true, mmm yeah That I get a kick out of you (Me?) Some get a kick from cocaine I'm 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 you standing there before me I get a kick though its clear to me you obviously don't 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 I get a kick though it's 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 is my idea of nothing to do Yet I get a kick Yet I get a kick out of you Get my kicks out of you