Emerson, Lake & Palmer - Still you turn me on

^GDo you want to be an a^Dm7ngel Do you want to be a ^Gstar Do you want to play some ^Dm7magic on my guita^Gr? Do you want to be a ^Dm7poet Do you want to be my ^Gstring? Dm Bo You could be anything ^BbDo you want to be the lover of another, undercover? You could even be the ^A7man on the ^Dmoon

^FDo you want to be the player ^DmDo you want to be the string? Let me ^Bbtell you something It just ^A7don`t mean a thing You see, it <sup>Dm</sup>really doesn't matter When you`re ^Bbburied ^Cin di^Dmsguise By the d^Bbark glass ^Con your ^Dmeyes Though your f^Bblesh has c^Crystal^Dmized

^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dmn ^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dmn ^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dn

^GDo you want to be the ^Dmpillow where I lay my h^Gead Do you want to be the ^Dmfeathers lying in my b^Ged? Do you want to be a c^Dmolor cover magaz^Gine Dm Bo Create a scene ^BbEvery day a little sadder, A little madder? Someone g^A7et me a l^Dadder

^FDo you want to be the singer ^DmDo you want to be the song? Let me t^Bbell you something You just c^A7ouldn't be more wrong You see, I r^Dmeally have to tell you That it ^Bball gets s^Co int^Dmense From m^Bby exp^Ceri^Dmence It just d^Bboesn't se^Cem to make s^Dmense

^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dmn ^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dmn ^EbStill.... you turn me o^Dn