It's Hard To Turn Me On lyrics

You turn me on and it's hard to turn me on: Mornings I tell you what I dreamed Before we're swalllowed by the work machine, And spit out in the vening drained half dry. And that is why you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on. We traveled many miles to no guarantee Everything's a joke to you; it's not that way to me. And Walt Disney cannot make me happy, cannot make me go along But you turn me on and it's hard to turn me on.