Elvis Presley with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra - Burning Love | Текст песни

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• Elvis Presley with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
• Burning Love

Lord Almighty,
I feel temperature a rising.
Higher and 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

Oh, oh, oh
I feel temperature a 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

Because your kisses lift me higher,
Like a sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky
With burning love

It's coming closer
The flames are licking my body
Won't you help me?
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathе
And my chest is a heaving
Lord have mercy,
I'm burning a hole where I lay

Your kisses lift me higher,
Like a sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky
With burning love,
With burning love

Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love,
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love,
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love,
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love...


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