Still...You Turn Me On

Do you wanna be an angel, do you wanna be a star?

Do you wanna play some magic on my guitar?

Do you wanna be a poet, do you wanna be my string?

You could be anything

Do you wanna be the lover of another undercover?

You could even be the man on the moon

Do you wanna be the player, do you wanna be the song?

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

And though your flesh is crystallized

Still, you turn me on

Oh, you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head?

Do you wanna be the feathers flying in my bed?

Do you wanna be the cover of a magazine?

Create a scene

Every day a little sadder, a little madder

Someone get me a ladder

Do you wanna be the singer, do you wanna 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

Oh, you turn me on

You turn me on