So we meet again and | |
I just pretend to pass you on by. | |
Your hand is on my switch, like a razor to my wrist. | |
Now I realize... | |
You got a hold on me. | |
You turn me on. | |
You turn me on. | |
Like a fever in my heart, a fire | |
I can't stop. | |
You burn me straight thru. | |
This twist of foolish fate, how love can turn to hate. | |
Still I have got to have you. | |
You got a hold on me. | |
You turn me on. | |
Turn me on. | |
Turn me on. | |
Turn me on. | |
Turn me on. |