White Lady White Powder — текст песни (Elton John)





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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