marc bolan baby boomerang şarkı sözleri
Slim lined sheik facedAngel of the nightRiding like a cowboyIn the graveyard of the nightNew York witch in the dungeonOf the dayI'm trying to write my novelBut all you do is playMince pie dog-eyeEagle on the windI'm searching through this garbageLooking for a friendYour uncle with an alligatorChained to his legDangles you your freedomThen he offers you his bedIt seems to me to dreamIs something too wildIn Max's Kansas CityYou a belladonna childRiding on the highwaysOn the gateways to the southYou're talking with your bootsAnd you're walking with your mouthBaby BoomerangBaby BoomerangYou never spike a person
