FEVER
♪ Bullet For My Valentine Lyrics

It's hot as hell in here
The atmosphere of the place is intense and uncomfortable

Everybody wants to lose control
The music and ambiance are making everyone want to let loose and forget themselves

The music's turned up loud, the lights
The sensory overload of sound and color is overwhelming

We'll turn them low
But it doesn't matter, since the focus is on something else entirely

Wound up like a hurricane
The mood is frenetic and explosive

And my head's about to explode
The tension is building to an unbearable degree

Can't wait to self-destruct
The desire to let everything go and surrender to the moment is overwhelming

Can't wait to let it go
And the singer is ready to unleash himself completely

Whoa-oh she hits the stage
The entrance of the object of desire is a moment of pure excitement

Whoa-oh she makes me crave
The feeling of attraction is all-consuming

So come and get my money (whoa)
There is no restraint or shame in indulging the object of desire

I can feel your fever, taking over
The obsession with the object of desire is all-encompassing

Can you see your fever, taking over me
The attraction is mutual and overwhelming

Got a dirty feeling, that you're the remedy
The idea of indulging in the desire feels forbidden, but irresistible

So I'm looking for a spark
The singer is seeking a catalyst to push him over the edge

I've got a body to re-ignite
The singer feels like he's been dormant and needs to awaken

Don't worry you won't get burned
The object of desire shouldn't fear the intensity of the singer's passion

So don't, don't put up a fight
Resisting the attraction is pointless, since it is all-consuming

Push hard to breaking point
The desire is intense and demands to be acted upon

And I'm ready to overload
The singer is prepared to abandon himself to the passion and lose control

No limits and no regrets
The singer is embracing the moment fully, without hesitation or restraint

It's time to sell my soul
The singer is willing to do whatever it takes to indulge the passion

Whoa-oh you're all I want
The object of desire has captured the singer's full attention

Whoa-oh you're all I need
The singer has no desire beyond the object of desire

So come and take my money (whoa-oh-oh-oh)
The singer is willing to be used and exploited by the object of desire

Come here you naughty girl you're such a tease
The singer is addressing the object of desire directly, in a provocative manner

You look so beautiful down on your knees
The singer is enjoying the power dynamic of the interaction

Keep on those high heel shoes rip off all your clothes
The singer is indulging in his wildest fantasies with the object of desire

You smell so fucking good it makes me lose control!
The sensory overload of the encounter is overwhelming

Losing control! (You're all I want)
The intensity of the desire is pushing the singer to let go completely

Selling my soul! (You're all I need)
The object of desire is the singer's sole obsession

I can't let you go!
The hold of the object of desire is too strong to resist

Got a dirty feeling, that you're the remedy
The singer knows that indulging in the desire is forbidden, but can't help himself

That you're the remedy
The object of desire is the only way to satisfy the singer's craving