Turnstile

Ain't nothing to talk about, but
My fingers are crossing now, 'cause
I can see that there's a little something here that's sparking up, I'm
Not this way for everybody
Too many I put behind me
Maybe I'm just better keeping to myself and stocking up time

But then i feel a little bit of emotion-otion-otion, ooh hoo
So I can't let it heighten into devotion-otion, oh

'Cause nothing hits me like the first time
Except the second, and the third, and then what's after that
Oh won't you meet me at the turnstile
'Cause once we go over this line there ain't no turning back
'Cause nothing hits me like the first time
Yeah, nothing hits me like the first time
No there ain't nothing like the first time
Except the second and the third and then the fourth and then the
5, 6, 7, 8