Well, things are getting bad nowSince your woman left you, just can't do without itThe other day you even read a bookThat tells you how to go about itIt says to join an evening classOr hang around in zoos and railway stationsAnd gives you lots of lines to useAnd how to make the best of situationsYou know it's just a bunch of crap, you used to do okayBut that was long ago and far awayYou got the feverYou got the feverYou gotta love herAnd you gotta leave herIt's something you can't fight [hey hey hey]Let's call it something politeLike the fever of loveFever of loveThe girls that want you you don't wantThe girls you want they never seem to want youThe girls at work are marriedAnd the girls at dances never seem to want toThe girls in bars are always with a friendOr waitin' for their new fiancéAnd you tell the barmaid you're just lonelyShe just smiles and says: "that's what they all say"So you look up some old number you said you'd never useAnd tell yourself you win instead of loseYou got the feverYou got the feverYou gotta love herAnd you gotta leave herIt's something you can't fight [hey hey hey]Let's call it something politeLike the fever of loveFever of loveYou got the feverYou got the feverYou gotta love herAnd you gotta leave herIt's something you can't fight [hey hey hey]Let's call it something politeLike the fever of loveFever of love
