Lyrics

[Intro] One, two, three, four [Verse 1] You're good tonight You're cool and white You ask me inside 'Cause I got no place to hide [Chorus] This is the way we had planned I got a fever in my hands [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] This is the way we had planned I got a fever in my hands [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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