's gonna ease the pain in my heart In my heart The fever of love, oh, oh The fever of love, oh, oh The fever of love, oh, oh The fever of love, oh, oh
Traduzione: Sweet. Febbre D'amore.
I'm gonna call up my boss and tell him I'm ill Gonna tell him I'm home, with the fever and chills I don't usually lie but for your sweet love I will
else do it right You give me fever baby Everytime you touch my body You know what I?m waiting for Here I am, boy it?s all yours CHORUS Can?t nobody love
hold on you I see a love fever {Uh-huh} and you can hardly make it I got fever, fever {Ooh} (Uh-huh) about a hundred zero two A love fever, fever and
love fever (Uh-huh) and you can hardly make it I got fever, fever (Ooh) (Uh-huh) about a hundred zero two A love fever, fever and you don't think you
pain reliever (Oooo I got it bad) I got the island fever I got it bad I got the island fever (Oooo I got it bad) I got the island fever My baby caught
mine. Night fever, night fever. We know how to do it (oh). Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it. In the heat of our love, don
it mine. Night fever, night fever. We know how to do it. Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it. Gimme that night fever, night fever
fever heat, you're in my hand eternal mistress of life, cruel queen of the damned skin like fallen snow, eyes of an ancient crow the one you love and
Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights I ain't complainin', it's my job and it suits me right I got a sweet soft fever rushin' around my head
Crept in your room Woke you from your sleep To make love to you Is that alright I drove all night Could taste your sweet kisses Your arms open wide This fever
night Crept in your room Woke you from your sleep To make love to you Is that alright I drove all night Could taste your sweet kisses Your arms open wide This fever
in your room Woke you from your sleep To make love to you Is that alright I drove all night Could taste your sweet kisses Your arms open wide This fever
sneaka Twenty pound out of di beama Weed make me spit Pan da beat ya Drop a flow that's going to sweet ya Make you skip, hop Catch dancing fever (a) Tell
I pace, alone In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief