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
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 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 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
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Dennis Linde
Burning Love lyrics © Sony/atv Songs Llc
C.: Oh, boy. I tried to call d.c. last night after he got off work as a nurse. That was after he helped me round up the cats that had gotten loose from the animal kennel. When I called him, d.c. said that he couldn’t talk because he was on a roll. He’d had writer’s block for a few weeks, and I guess it passed. I suppose getting back in the saddle again cured his writer’s block. My guess is that d.c. stayed up all night writing because he’s channeling Elvis Pressley, like usually does when he’s overtired. “Hi, d.c. How’s it going?”
d.: You must have the wrong number, man. There ain’t no d.c. here. You’re talkin’ to the king of rock and roll, baby, Elvis Aaron Pressley.
C.: I’m sorry, King. I forgot who I was talking to. Did you, by chance, stay up all night writing, after pulling a double shift at The Kennel?
d.: I stay up all night every night. I don’t need sleep because I’m the king of rock ‘n; roll (and I have these little pills that my manager, Colonel Tom Parker gave me).
C.: Be careful, King. Those pills aren’t caffeine pills like you took in college to stay up and study for final exams. Those are prescription drugs. You’re a nurse, you should know not to take medications that aren’t prescribed to you.
d.: Tom went to his doctor and got these pills prescribed for me. He just told his doctor that I wanted to lose some weight, and he prescribed these pills.
C.: Well, please read the instructions, at least. Taking too many of those pills at once can damage your heart. It may even kill you if you take too many at a time. Just be careful, King. You’re my best friend and one of the few people on this planet who can understand me. Why don’t you just go lay down for a while…
d.: I’m the king, baby. I don’t need to sleep! I gotta write songs and sell and sing ‘em so my family can live better and…zzzzz
C.: That’s all the time we have for today folks. Please join me, and my cohost d.c. scot tomorrow (if he wakes up) for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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