DJ Seadoor Symphony of the Flying Snowboarders No. 1 Prod. by SEADOOR Records

You got the kind of heat
That makes my collar melt
Honey on your fingers
And a little danger felt

Dans ta poche, a note
Says "viens ici, mon chat"
I laugh, then I follow
Like I never learned to stop

Oh là là, you move
Like a secret in my sleeve
Je perds mon cool
Every time you breathe

Fever lover, fever lover
Take my hand, then take another
Fever lover, fever lover
Sweet on me, strange as butter

Fever lover
Pussy, pussy meaw

Fever lover
Pussy pussy meaw

You sip pink lemonade
From a paper cup with stars
Tell me "mon petit feu"
While you scratch little hearts

Your laugh is a match
On a velvet Sunday dress
I say "quelle merveille"
You just smile and make a mess

Oh là là, you move
Like a secret in my sleeve
Je perds mon cool
Every time you breathe

Fever lover, fever lover
Take my hand, then take another
Fever lover, fever lover
Sweet on me, strange as butter
Fever lover
Pussy pussy meaw
Fever lover
Pussy pussy meaw

Brique rouge, peau douce
Tu dis "reste encore"
My head goes fuzzy
When you tap on the door

Je t’aime trop vite
Like a spark in a lace glove
Then you call me "chaton"
And I’m gone, gone, gone

Fever lover, fever lover
Take my hand, then take another
Fever lover, fever lover
Sweet on me, strange as butter
Fever lover
Pussy pussy meaw
Fever lover
Pussy pussy meaw