Skylar Astin - Chills

It's the face that you make in the morning
That I only know
It's the touch, it's the taste, and the way
That your laying in my t-shirt and I

Don't really need fancy things
Nothing shines the way you do
Oooh

Ohhh
My my my
I get chills
Down my spine
Miles away or standing next to you
Baby you're my own paradise
And your love's
The sweetest high
All I have to do is think of you
And baby I get chills

Goosebumps every time that you kiss me
Heart skipping when you say that you miss me
Love your body and the way that it's fits me
And I guess if I could put it simply

I don't really need fancy things
Nothing shines the way you do
Oooh

Ohhh
My my my
I get chills
Down my spine
Miles away or standing next to you
Baby you're my own paradise
And your love's
The sweetest high
All I have to do is think of you
Baby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
OhBaby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
Baby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
Oh Baby I get

Don't really need fancy things
Nothing shines the way you do
Oooh

Ohhh
My my my
I get chills
Down my spine
Miles away or standing next to you
Baby you're my own paradise
And your love's
The sweetest high
All I have to do is think of you
Baby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
Oh Baby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
Baby I get
Chills, Chills, Chills
Oh Baby I get

Written by:
Jon Hall, Sam Derosa, Skylar Astin, Stefan Lit

Publisher:
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