Elvis Presley, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra - Burning Love - EPiC Version

Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature risin' Higher and higher, it's burning through to my soul Girl, girl, girl, you gonna set me on fire My brain is flaming, I don't know which way to go, yeah Your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky, burning love Ooh, ooh, ooh, I feel my temperature risin' Help me, I'm flamin', I must be a hundred and nine Burning, burning, burning, and nothing can cool me, yeah I just might turn to smoke but I feel fine 'Cause your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir And you light my morning sky, burning love Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Burning love It's coming closer, the flames are now licking my body Won't you help me? I feel like I'm slippin' away It's hard to breathe, my chest is a-heaving Lord, have mercy, I'm burning a hole where I lay, yeah Your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky, burning love Burning love (burning love, oh) I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) A hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) A hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) A hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey, hey) Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love (hey) A hunk, a hunk of burning love, hey Burning love (hey) A hunk, a hunk of burning love, hey