You're good tonight
You're cool & white
You ask me inside
Cuz I got no place to hide
This is the way we had planned
I gotta fever in my hands
I'm a thief w/ a wooden head
Your skin's smooth as molten lead
You've got a diamond touch
You know way too much
This is the way we had planned . . .
You fill me up w/ 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 gotta fever in my hands