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{Burning Desire}
¡ª¡ªLana Del Rey

Every Saturday night I get,
Dressed up to ride for you, baby.
Cruising down the street on,
Hollywood and Vine for you, baby.

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
¡®Cause I just don¡¯t care.
You ask me where I¡¯ve been,
I¡¯ve been everywhere,
But I don¡¯t wanna be,
Anywhere but here.
(Come on tell me, boy).

I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)

I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
¡®Cause I just don¡¯t care.

I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
Every Saturday night I seem,
To come alive for you, baby.
Santa Monica I¡¯m racing in,
The lights for you, baby.

I drive fast, radio perils,
Have to touch myself,
To pretend you¡¯re there.
Your hands are on my hips,
Your name is on my lips,
Over, over ¡®gain,
Like my only prayer.
(Come on tell me, boy).
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
(Come on tell me, boy).
I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
¡®Cause I just don¡¯t care.

I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
I¡¯m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I¡¯m try¡¯na,
Get to you, baby, I¡¯m feeling,
Scared and you know it.
I¡¯m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I¡¯m try¡¯na,
Get to you, baby, I¡¯m feeling,
Scared and you know it.
I¡¯m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I¡¯m try¡¯na,
Get to you, baby, I¡¯m feeling,
Scared and you know it.
I¡¯m driving fast, flash,
Everyone knows who I¡¯m try¡¯na,
Get to you, baby, I¡¯m feeling,
Scared and you know it.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh).
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)
I drive fast, wind in my hair,
I push you to the limits,
¡®Cause I just don¡¯t care.
I¡¯ve got a burning,
Desire for you, baby.
(I¡¯ve got a burning desire)