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Be my thrill, my little white pill, my unpaid bill, the one who will

Be my love, my little grey dove, my push and my shove, my heaven above

And we tumble down like Jack and Jill, and I miss all the joy you kill

But I love you still, be my thrill

Be my youth, my kissing booth, my little sweet tooth, my beauty and truth

Be my thrill, my little white pill, my wait up until, the one who will

And we tumble down like Jack and Jill, and I miss all the joy you kill

But I love you still, be my thrill

Be My Thrill, The Weepies