
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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