White Dust

The red and the black in a London Town flat
See a weathered bird cozy with the pussycat
Strings of paper flowers around her
He's been drinking for fifteen hours
Go on take this key, love
Smoking ganja's for a dove

White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Whatchu looking for?
White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Can you find it now?
Can you find it now?

Lucy and her plump lips, trying so hard to get with
Well, he's a hot fish, cold fish, I head to the kitchen
It's up to me, so James Brown queued
Down the hall, a different mood
It's drum and base, a sex party game
Pants aren't all you gonna lose

White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Whatchu looking for?
White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Can you find it now?
Can you find it now

Can you hear her? Helen of Troy
She's the life of the party stone-cold sober
An endless string of boys arriving with their toys
Who's the higher flier, funnier, drier, Dopamine charmer?
But they'll only want more
But they'll only want more

The red and the black in a London Town flat
What the hell am I looking at?
Such longing in those lines of dust
Like cut flowers in a vase
Hole in the heart, hole in the septum
Is anything enough?

White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Whatchu looking for?

White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Whatchu looking for?
White dust, white dust
Would love even be enough?
Can you find it now?
Whatchu looking for?
Whatchu looking for?
Am I supposed to be scatting?
Whatchu looking for?



Credits
Writer(s): Athena Malamas
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