Burning Love (Dennis Linde)

Lord Almighty

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
Ooh, 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 meI feel like
I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heaving
Lord have Mercy
I'm burning a 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
Ah, ah, 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