Still.... You Turn Me On

G Dm Do you want to be an angel, G Do you want to be a star, Dm G Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? Dm Do you want to be a poet, G Do you want to be my string? Dm Bº You could be anything. Bb Do you want to be the lover of another A7 D Undercover? You could even be the man on the moon. F Do you want to be the player, Dm Do you want to be the string? Bb Let me tell you something, A7 It just don't mean a thing. Dm You see it really doesn't matter Bb C Dm when you're buried in disguise Bb C Dm by the dark glass on your eyes, Bb C Dm though your flesh has crystalised; Eb Dm Still.... you turn me on. Eb Dm Still.... you turn me on. Eb C Still.... you turn me on. G Dm G Do you want to be the pillow where I lay my head, Dm G Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? Dm G Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; Dm Bº create a scene. Bb Every day a little sadder, A little madder, A7 D Someone get me a ladder. F Do you want to be the singer, Dm Do you want to be the song? Bb Let me tell you something A7 you just couldn't be more wrong. Dm You see I really have to tell you Bb C Dm that it all gets so intense. Bb C Dm From my experience Bb C Dm It just doesn't seem to make sense, Eb Dm Still.... you turn me on. Eb Dm Still.... you turn me on. Eb D Still.... you turn me on.