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 song?
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
And though your flesh is crystallized
Still, you turn me on
Oh, you turn me on
Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head?
Do you wanna be the feathers flying 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
Oh, you turn me on
You turn me on
As we are sharing poetry, I have one in a diferent vein written by:LTC Roy E. Peterson, US Army Military Intelligence and Russian Foreign Area Officer (Retired)
Valentine’s Best Sentfrom Far Away
If Valentines
Were made of glue
I’d stick a dozen
Onto you.
You have allergies
And I have mine.
Here’s paper roses
For your valentine.
You said that I
Should grow a pair.
I’m sending you
Two locks of hair.
You’re on a diet.
That made me happier.
I ate the candy
And sent the wrapper.
You love perfume,
So here my queen
Is a scented strip
From a magazine.
Still….you turn me on.
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Greg Lake
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXi8lJYAhQw&list=RDaXi8lJYAhQw&start_radio=1
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 song?
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
And though your flesh is crystallized
Still, you turn me on
Oh, you turn me on
Do you wanna be the pillow where I lay my head?
Do you wanna be the feathers flying 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
Oh, you turn me on
You turn me on
As we are sharing poetry, I have one in a diferent vein written by:LTC Roy E. Peterson, US Army Military Intelligence and Russian Foreign Area Officer (Retired)
Valentine’s Best Sentfrom Far Away
If Valentines
Were made of glue
I’d stick a dozen
Onto you.
You have allergies
And I have mine.
Here’s paper roses
For your valentine.
You said that I
Should grow a pair.
I’m sending you
Two locks of hair.
You’re on a diet.
That made me happier.
I ate the candy
And sent the wrapper.
You love perfume,
So here my queen
Is a scented strip
From a magazine.
Hope that’s supposed to be funny ’cause I’m laughing my ass off 🙂
Lusty 🙂
Jean, Spot on. Sometimes the fewer the words, the more powerful the message.
Absolutely agree, Joe.
Plus the artwork.
Thank you, sir.