Burning Love : Compositeur Dennis Linde.
Lord almighty my temperature rising
Higher,higher It's burning through my soul
Girl,girl,girl,girl
You've gone and set me on fire
My brain is flamin' and I don't know
Which way to go
And 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'm flamin'
It must be one hundred and nine
I'm burning,burning,burning,
And nothing can cool me
I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine
Cause It's coming closer the flame's
are now lickin' my body
Won't you help me
I feel like I'm slippin' away
It's hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heavin
Lord have mercy
I'm burning a hole where I lay
And I'm just a hunk
A hunk of burning love.