Burning love de Elvis Presley

Lord Almighty, feel my temperature rising.
Higher, higher, it's burning through to my soul.
Girl girl girl, you've gone and 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.
And 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.
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, 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.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.
A hunk, a hunk of burning love...