letra de stacey grove - marc bolan and t. rex
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stacey grove he’s a roaming prophet of mine,
hat full of wine.
stacey grove he’s a roving catcher of skies,
forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to zeus
he drinks acorn juice.
roasting his feet by the furnace of peat,
he roars at the boars who m-ssively sleep at his feet.
antelope head his beard skylark red
is tucked ‘neath the good of his summer sun hood.
and now that the gate of his evening is late
he sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
oh he’s a nice cat
letras aleatórias
- yanni › letra de mas alla - yanni
- jona alk › letra de caminar bajo el sol 2.0 - jona alk
- histamine › letra de intro - histamine
- mercia andrade › letra de reverência - mércia andrade
- kobranocka › letra de stepowanie kota w mroku - kobranocka
- guided by voices › letra de bee thousand - guided by voices
- dyze › letra de parepravac - dyze
- shiri maimon שירי מימון › letra de bu'a - בועה - shiri maimon - שירי מימון
- рома суровый roma the harsh › letra de аркенстон (arkenstone) - рома суровый (roma the harsh)
- sinead lohan › letra de bee in the bottle - sinéad lohan