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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