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Burning Love (Rehearsal 2) - Elvis Presley
Lyrics by：Dennis Linde
Composed by：Dennis Linde
Lord almighty
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
It's burning through to my soul
Girl girl girl girl
You're gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I don't know which way to go
Your kisses lift me higher
Like a 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
'Cause 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 now licking my body
Won't you help me
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heaving
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
With burning love
Ah ah burning love
I'm 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
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
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
Just a hunk a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk a hunk of burning love
Hunk a hunk of
Hunk a hunk of
