Chills

Gerry And The Pacemakers

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    (chilly, chilly, wah-wah-wah-wah)
    (chilly, chilly, wah-wah-wah-wah)
    Chills, runnin' up and down my spine
    Well I get them every time
    That I feel your lips on mine
    (chilly, chilly, wah-wah-wah-wah)
    Chills, colder than the morning glow
    Creepin' down inside my soul
    'til I lose my self-control
    Whoa, what a feelin'
    It's like a roller-coaster ride
    You say you love me
    Then my heart starts a-poundin' inside
    Let me tell you 'bout
    Chills, colder than the morning glow
    Creepin' down inside my soul
    'til I lose my self-control
    Oh, what a feelin'
    It's like a roller-coaster ride
    You say you love me
    Then my heart starts a-poundin' inside
    Let me tell you 'bout
    Chills, colder than the morning glow*
    Creepin' down inside my soul
    'til I lose my self-control
    (chilly, chilly, wah-wah-wah-wah)
    Chills, runnin' up and down my spine
    Whoa-oh-oh, Chills Whoa-whoa-whoa, I've got chills

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    Composition: Gerry Goffin and Jack Walter Keller

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