Turn Me On - The Beaches

Happy kids up in the city

Say that I am on a roll

They think suddenly I’m it now

With corduroy and overalls

I’ve been living in a basement

And she’s been sleeping in a car

A pack of wicked little talkers

Looking up into the stars

It’s up to you

To turn me on, turn me off

It’s up to you

To turn me on

Or turn me off

Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to

Turn me on

Turn me on or turn me off

Can’t stop working in the evening

Can’t stop looking down the hall

Said your father’s in the army

Said your mother’s off the wall

I still have some reservations

She’s always running out the door

But I’m done watching television

We can’t stop flashing corner stores

It’s up to you

To turn me on, turn me off

It’s up to you

To turn me on

Or turn me off

Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to

Turn me on

Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to

Tell me why you don’t like getting by the way you used to

Tell me why you don’t like going out the way you used to

Turn me on

Turn me on or turn me off