Still You Turn Me OnGreg Lake | |
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 a colour 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 | |
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