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A7
D
Em
A7
D
My story is much too sad to be told,
A7
D
A7
D
Em
A7
But practic'ly ev'rything leaves me totally cold.
D
Em
A7
F#
The only exception I know is the case,
Fº
F#
Fº
A7
When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui,
B7
Em
A7
D
F#m
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.
Em
A7
D
F#m
I get no kick from cham - pagne;
Em
A7
D
B7
Mere al - co - hol doesn't thrill me at all,
Em
A7
D
F#m
B7
So tell me, why should it be true
Em
A7
D
F#m
That I get a kick out of you?
Em
A7
D
F#m
Some like a bop-type re - frain;
Em
A7
D
D
B7
I'm sure that if I heard e - ven one riff that would
Em
A7
D
F#m
B7
Bore me ter - rif- ic' - ly, too...
Em
A7
D
Yet I get a kick out of you.
D7
G
E7
C
G
C
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
G
Bm
Bm
Cº
B7
You're standing there before me;
Em
Cº
Em
Cº
I get a kick, though it's clear to me
Em
E7
Em
A7+5
You obviously do not adore me.
Em
A7
D
F#m
I get no kick in a plane;
Em
A7
D
D7
A7
D
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
B7
Em
A7
B7
Is my idea of nothing to do;
Em
A7
F#m
B7
Yet I get a kick, you give me a boot,
Em
A7
D
Yes, I get a kick out of you.