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
♪
Still... you turn me on

Mmmm... 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

Mmmm... you turn me on, yeah
Mmmm... you turn me on