Still You Turn Me On (LIVE - April 1, 1993)

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.