I Have A Hot Body

My fever doesn't seem to like leaving. Like a person who talks and talks and thinks himself so funny even after you're not listening, my fever has called my head its home.

I actually thought I recovered last night. But this morning I woke up feeling extremely dazed and "off the ground" that I spent thirty minutes trying to get my thoughts together and getting hold of the situation.

Only after thirty minutes did I realize that my old friend, Fever is back. That's how it creeps up on you. Realization, not Fever.

Curse Michael Buble for making Fever sound so cool... And Tata Young too.
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