Marc Bolan & T. Rex - Stacey Grove Lyrics
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Stacey Grove
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What Are The Lyrics For Stacey Grove By Marc Bolan & T. Rex?
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 massively 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 |
Who Wrote Stacey Grove By Marc Bolan & T. Rex?
Marc Bolan
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