Do you want to be an angel, do you want to be a star

Do you want to play some magic on my guitar

Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my string

You could be anything

Do you want to be the lover of another

Undercover, you could even be the man on the moon



Do you want to be the palyer, do you want to be the string

Let me just tell you something, it just don't mean a thing

You see it really doesn't matter when your buried in disguise

By the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has crystalised

Still...you turn me on



Dou you want to be the pillow where I lay my head

Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed

Do you want to be a colur cover magazine

Create a scene

Every day a little sadder, a little madder

Someone get me a ladder



Do you want to be the singer, do you want to 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 me on