Still...You Turn Me On - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

(When you gonna give it up?) (You're giving me such a rush) (Come on, Holly, would you turn me on?) When you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? You are the taste of something sweet And I'm tangled in the sheets (Oh-oh, oh-oh) You left your mark dragged down my back So chain me up, I'm in too deep (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Too much of you is never enough When you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? Just another pretty face But I want one more taste Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? Just one fix to keep me in the mix And I'm still strung out on you (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Drove all night, I'm the deer in your headlights What's left of me you'll swallow soon (Oh-oh, oh-oh) Too much of you is never enough So when you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? Just another pretty face But I want one more taste Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? You took what you wanted You got it, you know it I'm haunted by everything That you gave me, you made me You broke me, you saved me I'm crazy, but I'm not done So when you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? (Holly, would you turn me on?) Just another pretty face But I want one more taste Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? When you gonna give it up? You're giving me such a rush Come on, Holly, would you turn me on? Just another pretty face But I want one more taste Come on, Holly, would you turn me on?

If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open

Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

Bitches Crystal Knows how you Twist all the lines Fortune teller Future seller Of time Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Witches potion Mixed in the ocean Of tears Mystical oowers Emerge from the towers Of fear Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eyes Ghostly images die Evil learning People burning Savage casting No one lasting Witchcraft Sadness Madness Turning in their minds Evil learning People burning Savage casting No one lasting Witchcraft Sadness Madness Turning in their minds Ritual killings That swear in The shillings to be Heretic priestess Dwells on the Weakness she sees Tortured spirits cry Fear is in their eye Ghostly images die

Jeremy bender was a man of leisure Took his pleasure in the evening sun Laid him down in a bed of roses Finally decided to become a nun Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper Threatened to fist her if she didn't come clean Jumped on the mother just like a brother Asked one another if the other is a queen Diggin' the sister she was a mister Shouldn't have kissed her, but he couldn't say no Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her So he picked up his suit-case and decided to go