Still.... You Turn Me On Lyrics - Brain Salad Surgery - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Do you want to be an angel, 

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 crystallised 

Still...you turn me on 

Do you wanna be the pillow 

Where I lay my head 

Do you wanna be the feathers 

Lying on 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