You, you are my truth
Your grooves, they want me to move
My youth, a gift to you
This mood is passing like you do

Killer of my thriller
Go and just give her the love that you knew
And fill her with vanilla
And tell her she shouldn't get fat too soon

Who except you
Will be as father so pure
And who will fill this room
With this sweet and sour perfume

Killer of my thriller
Go and just give her the love that you knew
And fill her with vanilla
And tell her she shouldn't get fat too soon

Oh killer of my thriller
Go and just give her the love that you knew
And fill her with vanilla
And tell her she shouldn't get fat too soon
Too soon
Too soon
Too soon
Too soon

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