Mere alcohol never moves me at all
And I can't describe these things I do
And somehow I get a kick out of you
Now, I get a kick every time I see
You standing there before me.
And I get a kick though it's clear to me
That you obviously don't adore me.
I get no kick on a plane.
And Ryan flying real high with some girl in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do.
And yet I get a kick out of you.