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           B?
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     B?
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.