White Lady White Powder

Music by Elton John

Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

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 scr*ped too much of nothing from your plastic bag

I`m a catatonic son of a b*tch 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

• White Lady White Powder - Elton John, Bernie Taupin