I'm the fervor of the fever nyou can't sweat.nnI'm the garments, ndrenched and dripping wet..nyou could soon shed.nnI'm a spring of flowing fume,nI'm the melody stuck in your head, nstuck in your head..nn..and I don't mind the afterglow.nnNo, I don't mind the afterglow.nnI don't mind... nI don't mind.n