Oh,
because your kisses lift me higher,
like the sweet song of a choir.
You light my morning sky with burnin' love.
Temperature risin', yeah.
Help me,
I'm flamin',
I must be a hundred and nine.
I'm burnin',
burnin',
burnin',
but nothin' can cool me.
Just my turn to smoke, but I feel fine.
Because your kisses lift me higher,
like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burnin' love.
A hunk of burnin' love.