I Gotta Fever

One, two, three, four

You're good tonight
You're cool and white
You ask me inside
'Cause I got no place to hide

This is the way we had planned
I got a fever in my hands

I'm a thief with a wooden head
Your skin is smooth as molten lead
You got a diamond touch
You know way too much

This is the way we had planned
I got a fever in my hands

You fill me up with the TV ink
Much too much for me to think
Drive me up to electric heights
No control, you're mine tonight

This is the way we had planned
I got a fever in my hands
This is the way we had planned
I got a fever in my hands



Credits
Writer(s): John Duchac Nommensen
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