Burning Love (OST "Призраки бывших подружек") (исполнитель: Elvis Presley)
Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising Higher higher Its 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 Your kisses lift me higher Like the sweet song of a choir You light my morning sky With burning love Ooh, ooh, 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 [bad word] closer The flames are reaching my body Please wont you help me I feel like I'm slipping away Its hard to breath And my chest is a-heaving Lord almighty, I'm burning a hole where I lay Cause 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