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 faintly 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 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 guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do. Yet I get a kick out of you.