Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Marc Bolan & T.Rex, 1974
Now I'm poppin' a few in the morning dew,
Do the monkey wrench.
On a Persian bench,
It's a teenage night
And the vampires were right.
And I wanna lay my lips,
On your explosive mouth.
You picked up Kenny at an art-deco deli
And Zero is a cat,
With any automated hat
And I need to be rid,
Of all the fantasies I'm hiding.
And I wanna lay my lips,
On your explosive mouth.
It's a shame for a man to hide,
All the things that do survive from his past.
When I jump on your horse, I gallop of course
And howl like a wolf
And I drink up the sky
And I beat on my chest,
Just to punk up the rest.
But I wanna lay my lips,
On your explosive mouth.
But I wanna lay my lips,
On your explosive mouth.
It's a shame for a man to hide,
All the things that do survive from his past.
Hey!
Writer(s): Marc Bolan
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