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 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
Still you turn me on
Hmm, you turn me on

Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head?
Do you wanna be the feathers lying 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, yeah
Hmm, you turn me on, yeah
Hmm, you turn me on