Elvis Presley
Am, C, Dm, F, G
Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising Higher and higher, it's burning through to my soul
Girl, girl, girl, girl, you're gonna set me on fire My brain is flaming and I don't know which way to go
'Cause you keep just liftin' me higher
Like a snowball in the quiet earth
You light up my glory sky
Burnin' up
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I feel my temperature risin'
Help me, I'm flamin'
I must be a hundred and nine
Burnin', burnin', burnin'
Nothing could cool me
I had just my turn in the smoke
But I feel fine
You kiss to the lips that are high
Like the sweet sound of a twilight pearl
You're like my morning sky
Flurry of love
It's coming closer to phasing that lick in my body
Please won't you help me, I feel like I'm drifting away
It's hard to breathe, and my chances are even
Lord Almighty, I'm burning the hole where I lay
You're so swiftly high, like a sweet sound of a white bird
You're like the morning sky, burning love
And a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk, a hunk of burning love
A hunk a hunk a-burnin' love A hunk a hunk a-burnin' love
A hunk a hunk a-burnin' love A hunk a hunk a-burnin' love