Yeah Lover I'm off the streets Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire Desire She's the 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 Desire Desire Burning Burning She's the dollars She's my protection Yeah, she's the promise In the year of election Ah, sister, I can't let you go I'm like a preacher Stealing hearts at a traveling show For the love or money, money? Desire Desire Desire Desire