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Lover, I'm on the street
Gonna go where the bright lights
And the big city meet
With a red guitar on fire

Desire

She's a candle
Burning in my room
I'm like the needle, needle and spoon

Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon, everybody got one
And the fever when I'm beside her

Desire
Desire

And the fever getting higher
Desire, desire, burning, burning

She's the dollars, she's my protection
Yeah, she's a promise in the year of election
Oh sister, I can't let you go

Like a preacher
Stealing hearts at a traveling show
For love or money, money, money

And the fever getting higher
Desire, desire, desire, desire

Desire
Desire