When a man's got a fever
And he looks at you
You can see through the shivers
Can't you?
When a man's got a fever
And he chooses you
You wanna dance by the fire
Don't you?
Your baby's got a hold on you
He got you singing ooh
He's really got a hold on you
He got you singing
And by now you should know better
He's just a little sun in your winter
And drunk kisses and promises
Feel really good, don't they?
A little bit of luck in your sadness
And it's brave of you to try to make it last
To hang on to his calls and messages
You try to find meaning where there's nothing
But hell gives you butterflies
Then maybe it's time to turn around now
When a man's got a fever
And he chooses you
You wanna dance by the fire
Don't you?
Your baby's got a hold on you
He got you singing ooh
He's really got a hold on you
He got you singing
When a man's got a fever
And he chooses you
You wanna dance by the fire
Don't you?
Your baby's got a hold on you
He got you singing ooh
He's really got a hold on you
He got you singing
