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Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising
Higher 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
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

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
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