Turn Me On
John D. Loudermilk
Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I am here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for rain
Like a school boy waiting for spring
I am here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on, turn me on
My poor heart, it's been so dark
Since you've been gone
After all you're the one who turned me off
So you're the only one that can turn me on
You're the only one that can turn me on
And my glass is waiting for some fresh ice-cubes
I'm here here waiting for you to come home
And turn me on