Lyrics:

Cole Porter My story is much too sad to be told,But practically ev'rything leaves me totally cold.The only exception I know is the caseWhere I'm out on a quiet spreeFighting vainly the old ennuiAnd I suddenly turn and seeYour fabulous face.I get no kick from champagne.Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,So tell me why should it be trueThat I get a kick out of you?Some get a kick from cocaine.I'm sure that if I took even one sniffThat would bore me terrific'ly too,Yet I get a kick out of you.I get a kick ev'rytime I seeYou're standing there before me.I get a kick though it's clear to meYou obviously don't adore me.I get no kick in a plane.Flying too high with some guy in the skyIs my idea of nothing to do,Yet I get a kick out of you.

Billie Holiday I Get A Kick Out Of You