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(B. Springsteen)
When I get home from my job
I turn on my T.V.
But I cant keep my mind on the show
When I lay down at night
I cant get no sleep
So I turn on the 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
As my love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse and
I got a fever for a girl
I got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
There aint nothing that a poor boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
I got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
Well, you left this little boy
I can remember comin home
I see you standin at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
Or maybe on out to a movie show
Something that youd like to see
Oh, baby, youre my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
I think about you, baby
I feel alright
Days grow longer
As my love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse and
Ive got the fever for the girl
I got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
There aint nothing that a poor boy can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
Yea, you left this little boy blue
I can remember comin home
I see you standin at the stove
With the dishes on the table
Dinner ready to go
Or maybe on out to a movie show
Something that youd like to see
Oh, baby, youre my sun in the morning
And my moon at night
I think about you, baby
I feel alright
Days grow longer
Love grows stronger
And the fever gets worse and
Ive got the fever for the girl
I got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
There aint nothing, there aint nothin I can do
When hes got the fever for a girl
Got the fever
Oh, I got the fever
Left this little boy blue, well
Sure left this little boy blue
There aint nothin I can do
Oh, Ive got the fever, baby
Baby please come home
I dont wanna be alone
I got the fever for you, girl
Laurel Canyon Music Ltd ASCAP/Bruce Springsteen Music ASCAP