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 crystallized Still you turn me on Still you turn me on 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 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, yeah Hmm, you turn me on, yeah Hmm, you turn me on