Marc Bolan - Frowning Atahuallpa (My Inca Love) lyrics

Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love The huntress stands, with peaco*k hands she'd take me to where she lie She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love hare krishna