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Lana Del Rey - Burning Desire (Instrumental)

I found it here:   / burning-desire-instrumental   Lyrics: 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 Nowhere but here (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) 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 again 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) (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)