Marc Bolan - Stacey Grove Lyrics

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Stacey Grove

Stacey Grove Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Stacey Grove By Marc Bolan?
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?
Marc Bolan
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What's The Duration Of The Stacey Grove By Marc Bolan?The duration of Stacey Grove is 1:59 minutes and seconds. |
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