You're My Thrill - Harold Land, Martin Banks

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

Hmmm-nothing seems to matter

Hmmm-here's my heart on a silver platter

Where’s my will

Why this strange desire

That keeps morning higher

When I look at you

I can’t keep still

You’re my thrill