Marc Bolan - The perfumed garden of gulliver smith

I'm ^Dwalking in the perfumed garden of^Am, Gulliver Smith who said that ^DI count candles waving faintly, ^Amwould always laughing at him Be^Dcause he was so unattractive ^Amand so sadly hating things He ^Csaw that wo^Amman, pleasan^Cter than ^Dhe'd seen

I'm ^Dsadly smiling to his friends whose ^Amenemies would always lend A ^Dkind of mark, a kiss to spark, a ^Amkey to enter in the dark A ^Dhiding place, a place to make a ^Amparadise to forsake all your ^Ccares and thos^Ame scary people And ^CI dare you ^Amscream, while in a dream^{D Dsus4 D D Dsus4 D}

I'm ^Dtalking in the perfumed garden of^Am, Gulliver Smith who said that ^DI was right and you were wrong to ^Amplay upon the Chinese gong And ^Das I look to my dismay, the ^Amnight time faded into day Pro^Cclaim sacri^Amfice, killing ^Call that was ^Amna-na-na-na-nice Timing ^Crhymes with insane ^Dcrimes^{Dsus4 D D Dsus4 D}