Over The Flats - Marc Bolan

I was dragged here from my old place

Turned from my old gang given a new face

My old man loved it he had his garden

He had his papadoms but my reputation’s gone

Flats, over the flats over the flats over the flats

I miss my friend called Pete he always looked so neat

He had those dancin' feet how will we ever meet

The chicks I used to know will never see me grow

Will never grasp my hand when I’m a fighting man

Here no-one knows my name people all look the same

I walk unnoticed steps they don’t know my rep

Well I was born to move with fire in my shoes

I’m an unnoticed boy just you just toy (?)