Chills

Brrr
You give me chills
A-running up and down my spine
Well-a-well, whoa whoa
You give me chills
A-when you tell me you're all mine
And pretty babe, my baby, honey child, sweet thing
You give me chills

You got me rocking and a-reeling
'Cause you give me chills
A got this funny, funny feeling
'Cause you give me chills
My heart's a-wheeling and a-dealing
'Cause you give me chills
You got me walking on the ceiling
'Cause you give me chills
And pretty babe, my baby, honey child, sweet thing
You give me chills

Brrr
Oh, you give me chills
Every night I hold you tight
Oh, well-a-well, whoa whoa
You give me chills
But hon, I see you every night
And pretty babe, my baby, honey child, sweet thing
You give me chills

Whoa
You're my little girl
And you give me chills
I know you got me in a whirl
And you give me chills
I got my heart in a twirl
'Cause you give me chills
I thought you'd tell the whole world
That you give me chills
And pretty babe, my baby, honey child, sweet thing
You give me chills

Ah, you give me chills
Whoa, child, you give me chills
Brrr, huh-huh
You give me chills
Aw, yeah you give me chills