I Get A Kick Out Of You - Sutton Foster

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

I get nog kick from champagne

Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all,

So tell me why should it be true

That I get akick out of you?

Some get a kick from cacaine.

I’m sure that if I took even one sniff

That would bore me terrificly too

Yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick everytime 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 nog 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