Notícias do Carnaval (Parte 3)

Se a minha amiga Eryka ler este post vai ficar grilada comigo. Mas esta fantasia da Cláudia Leite é demais. Ou melhor, é fogo. Ela é o fogo que queima os pés dos foliões. “Sai do chão”... Por falar na Cláudia Leite vestida de fogo, me lembrei de uma música do Elvis chamada Burning Love.

Lord Almighty,
I feel my temperature rising
Higher higher
It's burning through to my soul

Girl, girl, girl, girl
You gonna set me on fire
My brain is flaming
I don't know which way to go

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
I feel my temperature rising
Help me, I'm flaming
I must be a hundred and nine
Burning, burning, burning
And nothing can cool me
I just might turn into smoke
But I feel fine

Cause your kisses lift me higher
Like a sweet song of a choir
And you light my morning sky
With burning love

It's coming closer
The flames are now licking my body
Won't you help me
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heaving
Lord have Mercy
I'm burning a hole where I lay

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
With burning love

Ah, ah, burning love
I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love

PS: O fogo da Cláudia Leite vai incendiar a campanha presidencial dos Estados Unidos. Dizem as líguas de fogo que Hillary Clinton já pediu uma cópia da roupa da axezera para bombar nas prévias da Super Terça.