Burning Love (with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra)

Burning Love (with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra) - Elvis Presley/Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

Lord almighty

I feel my temperature rising

Higher higher

It's burning through to my soul

Girl girl girl girl

You gonna set me on fire

My brain is flaming

And I don't know which way to go yeah

Your kisses lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

And you light my morning sky

Burning love

Ooh ooh ooh ooh

I feel my temperature rising

Help me a frish

It 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

Oh like a sweet song of a choir

And you light my morning sky

Burning love

Burning love

It's coming closer

The flames are reaching my body

Won't you help me

I feel like I'm slipping away

It's hard to breath

And my chest is heating yeah

Lord almighty

I'm burning a hole where I lay

'Cause your lift me higher

Like the sweet song of a choir

Light my morning sky

Burning love

Burning love

Burning love

I'm just a hunk a hunk of burning love

Just a hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love

A hunk a hunk of burning love