Turn You On

You’ve been my best friend; I’ve been your best friend

just sitting alone in the depths of the west end

Calling at night all the bluffs of the week wear our

hearts on our sleeves as the industry feeds

Pull on your sweater darling, roll up your sleeves

Good thing we’re young and hungry and know what that means

I’ll turn you on I want you screaming

I’ll turn you on and be your Marianne

I’ll turn you on and be forgotten

Lay on the floor while the TV explodes and its

mocking our minds as it spits episodes, I don’t

want someone else, yelling “look what we’ve made”

sinking teeth into skin, with the suits on parade

Pull on your sweater darling, roll up your sleeves

Good thing we’re young and hungry and know what that means.

I’ll turn you on I want you screaming

I’ll turn you on and be your Marianne

I’ll turn you on and be forgotten

I’ll turn you on and be forgotten