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

	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