Still... You Turn Me On lyrics

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 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 crystallized;

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 a color cover 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