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Teksty: Ghoti Hook. Songs We Didn't Write. Burning Love.


[Originally by Elvis Presley]

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
With 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

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

It's coming closer The flames are licking my body
Please won't you help me
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heating
Lord have mercy
I'm burning a hole where I lay

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
I got a hunk, a hunk of burning love
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