Giuffria Turn Me On
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.