Visions Of Domino — Marc Bolan

Her love is hot, but mine is not

This woman is a perfumed breeze Greek Gods recline on her knees I'd freeze the sun to kiss her ear

It all makes up the visions I call Domino It all makes up the visions I call Domino Right now

A suit of doubt she gave to me In return I cried a sea Of poet's tears and something more I camped outside her velvet doors

Love's a freak and it moves fast My marble dream it could not last Now every time this girl I see She tries to chain me to her tree