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.