Lana Del Rey - Burning Desire (инструмент. минус) | Текст песни

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• Burning Desire (инструмент. минус)

Burning Desire
Every Saturday night I get
Dressed up to ride for you, baby.
Cruising down the street on
Hollywood and Vine for you, baby.

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push it to the limits
‘Cause I just don’t care.
You ask me where I’ve been,
I’ve been everywhere,
But I don’t wanna be
Anywhere but here.
(Come on tell me, boy).

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy). [x2]

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push it to the limits
‘Cause I just don’t care.

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

Every Saturday night I seem
To come alive for you, baby.
Santa Monica I’m racing in
The lights for you, baby.

I drive fast, radio plays,
Have to touch myself
To pretend you’re there.
Your hands are on my hips,
Your name is on my lips,
Over, over ‘gain
Like my only prayer.
(Come on tell me, boy).

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy). [x2]

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push it to the limits
‘Cause I just don’t care.

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).

I’m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows it,
I’m try’na get to you, baby,
I’m feeling scared and you know it. [x4]

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy). [x2]

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push it to the limits
‘Cause I just don’t care.

I’ve got a burning desire
For you, baby.
(I’ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).