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(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 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, 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're standing there before me.
I get a kick though it's 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!
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