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Ziggy really sang. Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do. Like some cat from Japan. He could lick 'em by smiling. He could leave them to hang. Came on so loaded, man. Well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the Spiders, while the flies tried to break our balls? Just the beer light to guide us. So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
|❝ Lady Stardust sang his songs of darkness and dismay. ❞|