Texty: Robert Palmer. Don't Explain. 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
Mmm, nothing seems to matter
Mmm, 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

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