Still... You Turn Me On/Live (1973)

Do you wanna be an angel?
Do you wanna be a star?
Wanna play some magic on my guitar?
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
You just couldn't be more wrong

See I really have to tell you
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallised
Still
You turn me on mm
Hmm
You turn me on yeah
Mm-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 colour cover magazine
Create a scene

Every day a little sadder
A little madder
Someone get me a ladder

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 I really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense
From my experience
It just doesn't seem to make sense
But still
You turn me on yeah
Mm-hmm
You turn me on yeah
Mm-hmm
You turn me on