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