White Lady White Powder (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] who's had 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 [bad word] 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