DESIRELover, I'm off the streetsGonna go where the bright lights and the big city meetWith a red guitar on fire, Desire...She's a candle burning in my roomI'm like the needle, needle and spoonOver the counter with a shot gunPretty soon ev'rybody got oneAnd the fever when I'm beside herDesire... Desire...And the fever getting higherDesire... Desire...Burning... Burning...She's the doolars, she's my protectionYeah, she's a promise in the year of electionOh, sister I can't let you goI'm a like a preacher stealing hearts at a traveling showFoe love or money,money,money,money,money,money,money,money,money,money,money?And the fever get higherDesire... Desire...Desire... Desire....