Interstellar Soul Songtext

von T. Rex

Words & Music by Marc Bolan
Recorded by Marc Bolan & T.Rex, 1974

Running around in the dawn with that hat,
I can see, I'm no match for you.
Doin' the foxtrot on your knees, Garbo Girl,
It's so hard to contemplate you.

'Cos you're,
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)

That rich ditch won't catch me,
Hmmm girl, but it sculpted you.
Silk and diamond gilded gauntlet can be weird,
But I'm scared to look like you.

'Cos you're,
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)

Speed head painted toe queen,
Girl that's right, if that's your scene.
But when the sunlight streams the streets,
All your friends look like horror film things.

'Cos you're,
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
Breathe me out.

So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)
So full of interstellar soul.
('Cos you're, 'cos you're,)

Lean on my head,
Kiss my knee,
Breathe me Babe.
Bumble bee in my ear,
I see a tear,
But it's solid gold,
I don't wanna get like you, ooh ooh ooh oooh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...