You

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