I'm the fervor of the fever
you can't sweat.
I'm the garments,
drenched and dripping wet..
you could soon shed.
I'm a spring of flowing fume,
I'm the melody stuck in your head,
stuck in your head..
..and I don't mind the afterglow.
No, I don't mind the afterglow.
I don't mind...
I don't mind.