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 This is the way we had planned I got a fever in my hands This is the way we had planned I got a fever in my hands