U Got The Fever - Sega Bodega

You’re an unbeliever

The worst I’ve ever known

Heinous in the simplest sense and evil to the bone

You have got the fever

End your reign upon the throne

We’re better on our own

Tell me why I need you

You’re fucking up my home

Breaking in at 2 am to check that I’m alone

I don’t fucking need you

Tell it to your face or phone?

I’m better on my own

I love when you tell me you’ve changed just

'Cause I changed the locks

I love when you tell me, you tell me, you tell me

Pick up the receiver

I’m sick of trying to phone

How was I so blind to see your heart was made of stone?

I’m just trying to leave you

Can’t come back, this bird has flown

I’m better on my own

You’re an unbeliever

The worst I’ve ever known

Heinous in the simplest sense and evil to the bone

You have got the fever

End your reign upon the throne

I love when you tell me you’ve changed just

'Cause I changed the locks

I love when you tell me, you tell me, you tell me

Well, that about does her

The next time you find yourself in the presence of an unbeliever

Remember, that it’s just fever

It can’t be caught, it can’t be beat, but it can be volatile

It plays tricks on them, and on you

So my advice is go home, lock your doors, turn off your phone, and hope it’ll

all be okay in the morning

Even though it never is

And bud, one last thing: when your ma' tells you something, you listen

Heaven knows they know (Heaven knows)

As Salvador can attest too