Letra da Música Still You Turn Me On Emerson Lake And Palmer

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 MoonDo you want to be this singer
Do you want to be this song?
Let me tell you something
You just couldn't be more wrong
You see I really have to tell you
When you're buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes
Though your flesh has crystallized
Still you turn me onDo 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 color cover magazine
Create a scene
Every day a little sadder
A little madder?
Someone get me a ladderDo you want to be a player?
Do you want to be the string?
Let me tell you something
It just don't mean a thing
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
But still you turn me on

Composição: Greg Lake.