Lyrics One Inch Rock - Marc Bolan

Met a woman she′s spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose
Her body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
I′m riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin dress
She drinks from a bottle
Labelled tenderness
I′m in one hand in the other′s a can
She puts me in the can
And smiles through the wall
I got the horror's cos I′m one inch tall
Next thing I know's a girl by my side
Dressed in a bayleaf she′s trying to hide
I asked her name she said Germaine
Do the rock do the one inch rock.