Still... You Turn Me On

Do you want to be an angel,

Do you want to be a star,

Do you want to play some magic on my guitar?

Do you want to be a poet,

Do you want to be my string?

You could be anything

Do you want to be the lover of another

Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon

Do you want to be the player,

Do you want to be the string?

Let me just tell you something,

It just don't mean a thing

You see it really doesn't matter

When you're buried in disguise

By the dark glass on your eyes,

Though your flesh has crystalised

Still... you turn me on

Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head,

Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed?

Do you want to be the cover of a magazine

Create a scene

Every day a little sadder,

A little madder,

Someone get me a ladder

Do you want to be the singer,

Do you want to be the song?

Let me tell you something

You just couldn't be more wrong

You see I really have to tell you

That it all gets so intense

From my experience

It just doesn't seem to make sense,

Still... you turn me on