| 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. |