Feverish Songtext
von Pure

Yeah, I′m walking through a beautiful orchard
Where the fruits are all poison
Better make a turn
Maybe I'll go shopping
Takes my mind off the longing
And I lay down with the matches and gasoline
Falling
I feel shallow
It′s a bitch to feel this feverish
Feverish
Look in the mailbox
Might find a postcard or a sample of shampoo
Or something meaningful as a simple coupon for some socks or a suntan
And by myself with the matches and gasoline
Falling
I feel shallow
It's a bitch to feel this feverish
With the matches and gasoline
Falling
I feel shallow It's a bitch to feel this
Feverish
Feverish
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
It′s a bitch to feel this
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Feverish
With the matches and gasoline
Falling
I feel shallow
It′s a bitch to feel this
Feverish
With the matches and gasoline
Feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish
Feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish
Feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish, feverish