Fever skin - Torun Eriksen
Written by：Kay Løland
He sends a message round her mind
She grabs hold of this sign
And brings it underneath fever skin
Then they go round and round and round
He's searching she knows what she's found
And keeps it underneath fever skin
They exchange hearts from time to time
By singing words that may not rhyme
But melodies start to grow
This language is strange
They stand here in this crowded place
Both hesitating looking for some space
To meet down underneath fever skin
He shows her where to pick up love
She glows and picks it up slow
Now they make love underneath fever skin
No they exchange hearts from time to time
By singing words that may not rhyme
And melodies start to grow
This language is strange
She burns with fears and fever
He can't wait to have and hold her
They laugh with no words spoken
Isn't it strange
He's softer now than ever
She stops playing cool and clever
They know with no words spoken
That this language is strange
They stand here in this crowded place
Both hesitating looking for some space
Just to meet down underneath fever skin
Now he shows her where to pick up love
She glows and picks it up slow
Now they make love underneath fever skin
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