Текст песни Elton John - White Lady White Powder
Elton John - White Lady White Powder слова песни
Dust settles on a thin cloudSends a fog drifting to a worn out crowdI`ve had my face in a mirror for twenty four hoursStaring at a line of white powderHigh-priced madness pays the tabI`ve scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bagI`m a catatonic son of a bitch who`s hadA touch too much of white powderAnd she`s a habit I can`t handleFor a reason I can`t sayI`m in love with a wild white ladyShe`s as sweet as the stories sayWhite powder white ladyYou`re one and the sameCome on down to my house won`t youAnd hit this boy againShock waves to a tired brainSends that hungry lady to my door againShe`s my shelter from the storm when I feel the rainEntertaining white powderI feel I`m dry-docked and tongue-tiedHeaven sends a stretcher for the kids to rideI might just escape while the others might dieRiding on a high of white powder