I Get a Kick Out of You

My story is much

So tell me why should it be true

Leaves me totally cold
You standing there before me

I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
Is my idea of nothing to do
Flying too high with some gal in the sky

I get a kick every time I see

Yet I get a kick out of you
It would bore me terrifically too
I get a kick though it's clear to me
Is my idea of nothing to do
That I get a kick out of you
You obviously don't adore me
But practically everything
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
Fighting vainly the old ennui
When I'm out on a quiet spree

I get no kick in a plane
Yet I get a kick out of you
To sad to be told
The only exception I know is the case
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Some like the perfume from Spain
I get no kick in a plane