We argued over that Marc Bolan record That I knew wasn’t mine anyway We argued over that Marc Bolan record It’s my demented way of passing the day
I love to see the lines on your forehead appear They run so incredibly deep I love to see the lines on your forehead, my dear When you’ve got the bit between your teeth
So when I hear ride a white swan I can’t help but think of your face Fighting your corner for T.Rex That cosmic dancer in outer space