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