Turn Around

Turn around, turn me on,
All 6 pairs, bring them on.

All of them, the half-dozen,
Will take off, one-by-one.

The Black, the White and Blue,
Yellow bedspread, me and you.

All of them, though hugging you tight,
Will taste you still, if that's alright.

It's been so long, so lonely,
With just the two of us only.

Lets do this soon, you and me,
To come home, and brew coffee.