Текст (слова) песни: Elton John - White Lady White Powder
Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I`ve had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours Staring at a line of white powder
High-priced madness pays the tab I`ve scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag I`m a catatonic son of a bitch who`s had A touch too much of white powder
And she`s a habit I can`t handle For a reason I can`t say I`m in love with a wild white lady She`s as sweet as the stories say White powder white lady You`re one and the same Come on down to my house won`t you And hit this boy again
Shock waves to a tired brain Sends that hungry lady to my door again She`s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain Entertaining white powder
I feel I`m dry-docked and tongue-tied Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride I might just escape while the others might die Riding on a high of white powder
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