Текст песни The White Stripes — Little Cream Soda
One,two,three,four!Well every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well
And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well
And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings And it's like a dang explosion when he sings
And with every chance to set himself on fire,He just ends up doin'the same thing
Well,each beautiful thing I come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well
And there was a time when all I wanted Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well,oh well
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks Was all I had to care about
Oh well,oh well,oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well,oh well,oh well,oh well
Oh well,oh well,oh well,oh well