作词 : John, Taupin 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours Starin' 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 ***** 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 powder) White lady(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 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 powder) White lady(White lady) You're one and the same Come on down to my house, won't you? And hit this boy again 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 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 powder) White lady(White lady) You're one and the same Come on down to my house, won't you? And hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again...
作词 : John, Taupin 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours Starin' 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 ***** 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 powder) White lady(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 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 powder) White lady(White lady) You're one and the same Come on down to my house, won't you? And hit this boy again 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 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 powder) White lady(White lady) You're one and the same Come on down to my house, won't you? And hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again White powder White lady(White lady) Hit this boy again...
