Lyrics The Perfumed Garden of Gulliver Smith - Marc Bolan

I'm walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
Who said that smiling candles, waving gently
Would always laugh at him
Because he was so unattractive
And so sadly hating things he saw
That were more pleasanter than he, sees

I'm sadly smiling to his friends
Whose enemies would always lend
A kind remark, a kiss to spark
A key to enter in the dark
A hiding place, a place to make
A paradise to forsake all your cares

And all those scary people
And I dare you to scream

I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
Who said that I was right and you were wrong
To play upon the Chinese Gong
And as I look to my dismay
The night time faded into day
Proclaiming sacrifice
Killing all that was nice