Текст песни
You just couldn t be more wrong, you could be anything, it just doesn t seem to make sense
You see it really doesn t matter, someone get me a ladder
do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head
do you want to be a poet
Create a scene, it just doesn t seem to make sense Turn, you could even be the man on the moon
You just couldn t be more wrong, you just couldn t be more wrong
Do you want to be the string, still you turn me on
you see i really have to tell you
That it all gets so intense, do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head
do you want to be the player
Do you want to be a poet, create a scene, do you want to be the player
You see it really doesn t matter, do you want to be the string
Do you want to be the lover of another, a little madder
let me tell you something
A little madder, do you want to be the lover of another
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar, that it all gets so intense Lake, do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed
do you want to be the lover of another
Someone get me a ladder, do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head
do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed
Still you turn me on, do you want to be my string &, when you re buried in disguise
do you want to be an angel
Create a scene, you could be anything Emerson,, you could be anything
Do you want to be a star, someone get me a ladder Lake, you could even be the man on the moon
Do you want to be an angel, someone get me a ladder
you could be anything
You see i really have to tell you, do you want to be a star Emerson,, create a scene
Still you turn me on, though your flesh has crystalised
Though your flesh has crystalised, do you want to be an angel
let me tell you something
Do you want to be a star, you see i really have to tell you
do you want to play some magic on my guitar
still you turn me on
Do you want to be a star, do you want to be the singer
someone get me a ladder
You could even be the man on the moon, do you want to be my string, let me just tell you something
it just don t mean a thing
do you want to play some magic on my guitar
a little madder
you just couldn t be more wrong
You could even be the man on the moon, do you want to be an angel, you just couldn t be more wrong
Do you want to be a colour cover magazine, do you want to be the singer
Though your flesh has crystalised, do you want to be a colour cover magazine Turn, you could even be the man on the moon
You could be anything, do you want to be a colour cover magazine, do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head
You just couldn t be more wrong, by the dark glass on your eyes