| Her kisses taste like whiskey
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| Burning through my veins
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| She don’t know how to miss me
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| She hits right where she aims
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| Baby’s got my number and she’s calling me up
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| Knows what she’s doing with a single touch
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| She’s turning me on, turning me on
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| Pushing my buttons like it ain’t no thing
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| If I’m what she wants, she gets what she wants
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| The neon’s buzzing when she pulls that string
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| Turning me on like it’s her job
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| Sometimes, I think she must get off
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| On turning me on, turning me on
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| Knows how to set me on fire
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| She’s always holding the match
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| And when my body’s beside hers
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| There ain’t no turning back
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| She’s Revlon red in the blackest night
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| Lighting up the room in the world just like
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| She’s turning me on, turning me on
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| Pushing my buttons like it ain’t no thing
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| If I’m what she wants, she gets what she wants
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| The neon’s buzzing when she pulls that string
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| Turning me on like it’s her job
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| Sometimes I think she must get off
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| On turning me on, turning me on
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| Once she gets it started, man, it’s all night long
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| She’s the needle on the vinyl of a midnight song
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| She’s turning me on, turning me on
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| She’s turning me on, turning me on
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| Pushing my buttons like it ain’t no thing
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| If I’m what she wants, she gets what she wants
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| The neon’s buzzing when she pulls that string
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| Turning me on like it’s her job
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| Sometimes I think she must get off
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| On turning me on, turning me on, yeah
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| Turning me on, turning me on
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| Turning me on, turning me on
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| Turning me on, turning me on
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| Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me, turning me on
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |