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...
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
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