White Dust

The red and the black in a London Town flat See a weathered bird cozy with the pussy cat 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 What ya lookin 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 bass A sex party game Pant's aren't all you gonna lose White dust, white dust Would love even be enough What ya 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 What ya looking for White dust, white dust Would love even be enough What ya looking for White dust, white dust Would love even be enough Can you find it now What ya looking for What ya looking for Am I supposed to be scatting What ya lookin for