You're My Thrill

Ella Fitzgerald · Clap Hands Here Come Charlie [1997]

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



Hmm, nothing seems to matter

Hmm, 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