paroles de chanson Burning Love (Rehearsal 2) - Elvis Presley

You wanna do it again?
Yeah, okay
Can we roll in?
We take two

One, two
One, two, three

Lord Almighty
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
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

Hmm, ou-ou-ou
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

Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ba
Ha-ha-ha

It's coming closer
The flames are now licking my body
Won't you help me
Feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breath
And my chest is a-heaving
Lord, have mercy
Burning the 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

I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)

A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)

A hunk, a hunk of burning love (ahh)
A hunk, a hunk (that's a guess)