Tom: D
Introdução:
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My story is much too sad to be told,
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But practic'ly ev'rything leaves me totally cold.
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The only exception I know is the case,
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When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui,
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And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
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I get no kick from champagne
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Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,
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So tell me, why should it be true
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That I get a kick out of you?
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Some like a bop-type refrain
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I'm sure that if I heard even one riff that would
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Bore me terrific'y, too.
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Yet I get a kick out of you.
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I get a kick ev'ry time I see y7ou're standing there before me
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I get a kick, though it's clear to me
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You obviously do not adore me.
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I get no kick in a plane
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Flying too high with some gal in the sky
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Is my idea of nothing to do
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Yet I get a kick, you give me a boot,
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Yes, I get a kick out of you.