The Pointer Sisters - (She's Got) The Fever Lyrics
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(She's Got) The Fever
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What Are The Lyrics For (She's Got) The Fever By The Pointer Sisters?
When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V.
But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night, oh I can't get no sleep So I turn on my radio But the only sound I hear is you whisperin' in my ear The words that you used to say Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this guy Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Nothing that a po' girl can do When she's got the fever for this guy Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Left this little girl blue I can remember comin' home I see you standin' at the stove With the dishes on the table Dinner ready to go We'll maybe go out to a movie show Something that you like to see Well, now, you are my sun in the morning And my moon at night I think about you baby I feel all right Now my days grow longer 'Cause my love grows stronger And the fever gets worse And I've got the fever for this girl Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Nothing that a po' girl can do When she's got the fever for this guy Got the fever, oh I've got the fever Left this little girl blue |
Who Wrote (She's Got) The Fever By The Pointer Sisters?
Bruce Springsteen
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What's The Duration Of The (She's Got) The Fever By The Pointer Sisters?The duration of (She's Got) The Fever is 6:16 minutes and seconds. |
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