Marc Bolan
One Inch Rock [Takes Three and Four] [Take]
Met a woman she's spouting proseShe's got luggage eyes and a roman noseHer body is slung from side to sideNeed a lift she said much obligedI'm riding piggy-backThen I came to her shackWe go inside the place it's a messShe said my name's the liquid poetessShe unties her mouthAnd her buckskin dressShe drinks from a bottleLabelled tendernessI'm in one hand in the other's a canShe puts me in the canAnd smiles through the wallI got the horror's cos I'm one inch tallNext thing I know's a girl by my sideDressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hideI asked her name she said GermaineDo the rock do the one inch rock.
From Letras Mania