Tytuł: White Lady White Powder

• Wykonawca: Elton John
• Wyświetleń: 197

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