歌手:Elvis Presley
专辑:《Gold: the Very Best Of Elvis》


Lord Almighty,
I feel my temperature rising

Higher higher
It's burning through to my soul

Girl, girl, girl
You gonna set me on fire

My brain is flaming
I don't know which way to go

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
Burning love

Ooh, ooh, ooh,
I feel my temperature rising

Help me, I'm flaming
I must be a hundred and nine

Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me

I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine

'Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
And you light my morning sky
Burning love

It's coming closer
The flames are reaching my body

Won't you help me
I feel like I'm slipping away

It's hard to breath
My chest is a-heaving

Lord Almighty,
I'm burning a hole where I lay

Yur kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
Burning love
Burning love
Ah, ah, burning love
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love


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