Still … You Turn Me On (Live at California Jam, Ontario Motor Speedway, California, USA 6th April 1974)

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 player

Do you want to 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 crystallized

Still you turn me on

Still you turn me on

Hmm, you turn me on

Do 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 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 on

Hmm, you turn me on, oh yeah

Hmm, you turn me on