Turn Me On

Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a radio Turn me on like a TV and cut me off like a radio You'd take me for a plaything, 'cause I'm always at your door The four winds gonna change but you'll reap just a-what you sow Yes, the four winds'll change but you'll reap just what you sow If there's ever a change, you'll be knockin' at my door Don't point your finger, baby, you may have to come back one day Don't point your finger, baby, you may have to come back one day Yeah, your cold winds gonna change but it just might change my way