(Kristyn Osborn/Jason Deere)



Turn me on, turn it up



Well, I can be magic or tragically tragic

I can be everything between us

Some days I'm frightful or awfully delightful

The consummite extremist (yeah yeah)

But you say, grinning

You're okay with all the trimmings

But you're blundering, you're skating

I'm wondering, why are you waiting



Turn me on, turn it up

Turn this fable into fact

Turn my world on its ear

And then go and turn it back

Turn the fall into flight

Turn this bubble to a burn

Baby it's your turn

Turn me on, on

Turn me on



Just trust me you own it, I've always known it

You must have memorized my manual

So why are you scared of this villainous word "love"

Maybe it's too true to handle

Your willing addiction

And feeling a tiny confliction

It's scrawled on your face

Here we've stalled so pick up the pace



Turn me on, turn it up

Turn this fable into fact

Turn my world on its ear

Then go and turn it back

Turn the fall into flight

Turn this bubble to a burn

Baby it's your turn

Turn me on, on

Turn me on



Turn me on

You gotta give it up

'Cause you're gonna, gonna save me

Turn me on

You're charming when you're starving

Don't you ever, ever crave me

Turn me on

Oh gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme something

To hold on to - ooh, oh yeah



Turn the fall into flight

Turn this bubble to a burn

Baby it's your turn



Turn me on, turn it up

Turn this fable into fact

Turn my world on its ear

Then go and turn it back

Turn the fall into flight

Turn this bubble to a burn

Baby it's your turn

Turn me on, on

Turn me on