You're My Thrill



You're my thrill

You do something to me

You send chills right through me

When I look at you

'Cause you're my thrill



You're my thrill

How my pulse increases

I just go to pieces

When I look at you

'Cause you're my thrill



Nothing seems to matter

Here's my heart on a silver platter

Where's my will

Why this strange desire

That keeps mounting higher

When I look at you

I can't keep still

You're my thrill



Paroles de Sidney Clare (1933)