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 palyer, 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 your buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has crystalised
Still...you turn me on

Dou 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 colur 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 me on