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I Get a Kick Out of You

My story is much too sad to be toldBut practically everything leaves me totally cold The only exception I know is the freezer case When I'm out on a quiet grocery shopping spree, fighting vainly the old ennui Then I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous package in the space 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, they may go for cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically too But 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 throught the glass door to see You obviously do not 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 But I get a kick out of you

With apologies to Cole Porter

Photos by Michael Pohuski and Dan Whipps