Woorden: Bullet For My Valentine. Fever.

It's hot as hell in here
Everybody wants to lose control
The music's turned up loud, the lights
We'll turn them low

Wound up like a hurricane
And my head's about to explode
Can't wait to self-destruct
Can't wait to let it go

Woah-oh She hits the stage
Woah-oh She makes me crave
So come and get my money (Woah-oh-oh-oh)

I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, and you're the remedy

Woah Come on!

So I'm looking for a spark
I've got a body to re-ignite
Don't worry you won't get burned
So don't, don't put up a fight

Push hard to breaking point
And I'm ready to overload
No limits and no regrets
It's time to sell my soul

Woah-oh You're all I want
Woah-oh You're all I need
So come and take my money (Woah-oh-oh-oh)

I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, and you're the remedy
And you're the remedy

Come here you naughty girl
you're such a tease
You look so beautiful
down on your knees
Keep on those high heel shoes
rip off all your clothes
You smell so fucking good
it makes me lose control!

Losing control! (You're all I want)
Sell my soul! (You're all I need)
Losing control! (You're all I want)
I can't let you go!
Woah-oh-oh-oh

I can feel your fever, taking over
Can you see your fever, taking over me
I can feel your fever, taking over
Got a dirty feeling, and you're the remedy
And you're the remedy
You are the remedy!