Cocaine
The white lady calls to me, the white lady wants me.
The lady is made of white powder, and forever I will love her.
I serve the white lady tonight and tommorow I shall regret it.
In the morning I regret the white lady.
In the afternoon I hate the white lady.
In the evening I crave the white lady.
And in the night I love the white lady, for she calls to me.
The lady is made of white powder, and forever I will love her.
I serve the white lady tonight and tommorow I shall regret it.
In the morning I regret the white lady.
In the afternoon I hate the white lady.
In the evening I crave the white lady.
And in the night I love the white lady, for she calls to me.