F Dm Dust settles on a thin cloud A# F C7 Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd A# Dm D# I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours A#/D C F C 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 Припев: A# C F F7 And she's a habit Ican't handle A# C F F7 For a reason I can't say A# C Dm C I'm in love with a wild white lady A# C F She's as sweet as the stories say Dm C White powder white lady A# You're one and the same A7 Dm Come on down to my house won't you A# C F 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 Припев 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 Припев White powder White lady (White lady) Hit this boy again Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA# ![]() A7 ![]() C ![]() C7 ![]() D ![]() Dm ![]() D# ![]() F ![]() F7 ![]() |